The Rogue Prince

CHAPTER 11

"You don't have to do this, I'll tell you anything you want to know. You don't have to starve me. I know you're out there Aloysia. I can sense you. At least give me my books" He said while hitting his hand on the barricaded metal door.

"Do you know why we're the only people in this kingdom that share the same blood? Well, I can't tell you why if I'm dead. So give me some food!" He yelled with the last of his strength. He had been in the dungeon for over a week, no food, no water not even a ray of sunlight. He was surrounded by utter darkness but he managed to keep his sanity intact, by constantly meditating. The door was finally opened when Albrecht became weak and had stopped talking. The guards took him to an 'interrogation' room. That's how the executor called it, it was where he tortured his victims to obtain information from them.

"Are you going to torture me?" He asked weakly, but no one responded. They strapped him to the chair and closed all the windows leaving the only source of light to be the dimly lit lantern in the corner of the room.

"I'm not, they are." The guard finally answered and left the room.

"So you are going to get me to talk, right?" He asked as Aloysia and her brother entered the room. They didn't mind him, instead they stood in front of him staring.

"Are you sure about this?" The concerned brother asked.

"Yes. I can do this, you can leave us."

"Okay. I'll be right outside if you need me."

"All this was unnecessary, you could have just asked me what you wanted and I would have told you." He lifted up his head to look into his eyes.

"What are you?"

"Is that really what you want to know?"

"What are you?"

"If I don't answer what will you do to me, kiss me to death." He chuckled.

"I thought you said you'll tell me whatever I need to know."

"Yes, but even if I tell you this, you won't believe me."

"Try me."

"Okay...I'm...I'm... human." He said and looked at her face with his poker face on. Then his straight face slowly turned into a smirk.

"Okay. I think my brother can handle you for a while." She sighed scratching her hair in frustration. "Al! Get in here!" She yelled.

"Do you need any help?" He asked as he walked in.

"Yes."

"Why don't we let the executioner handle this?" He reasoned with her.

"No. I don't think he'll be able to handle it." She said to her brother and turned to Albrecht. "Now, think of your answer well before you spit it out."

"What are you?" She asked one more time. He didn't answer her, he simply bowed his head. She held his arms and shook him. "Look at me." Then all of a sudden, he started screaming in pain.

"Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Just leave me alone!" He continued to scream in agony. She left him and he stopped screaming and began sobbing. "I didn't want to do it. I didn't want to do it. I didn't want to do it." He kept on muttering

"Alby?" She tapped him feeling concerned.

"Don't touch me." He shot a murderous glare at her and she stepped back. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." He continued muttering.

"Alby? Are you okay?" she asked this time without touching him."

"I want to speak to the king." He said plainly to her and went back to him muttering, this time they could hear what he was saying because it was in a different language.