The King

Doorknob

"Ouch," I snapped, as Oliver tightened the ropes around my wrist, I felt the familiar warm liquid running down my hands again as he reopened the cuts on my wrists.

"Oh, I'm sorry...did that hurt?" Oliver asked.

"Fuck off," I mumbled.

"I told you there would be consequences for helping that man escape," he said.

"The King knows you have me now, imagine how pissed he is," I said weakly, looking down at my lap.

"Good, the angrier the better," Oliver said, smiling.

"He's never going to fall for your trap either," I said, coughing.

"No? Not even for you?" He asked, bending down to look at my face.

"He's smarter than that," I whispered.

"I wouldn't be too sure...he loves you, and love makes you stupid," he said.

"Does it?" I asked, looking up at him through my eyelashes.

"It does, I lost my wife because I told the king something I shouldn't have," Oliver said.

"What does that have to do with love or stupidity?" I asked.

"I was proud of her! I should never have said anything," he said, his voice cracking.

"What exactly did you say?" I asked.

"My wife practiced witchcraft...she used it to heal people, but King John did not like that, I knew he would kill her if he ever found out...so I kept it a secret, but then she saved a man from the plague, he was near death. The King was ecstatic to hear the news, so I told him my wife had done it. The first thing he did when we got back to court was lock her in the cells, sentencing her to death." Oliver said.

"So you killed King John?" I asked.

"He deserved it!" Oliver yelled, making me jump.

"But now you want to kill his son, why does he deserve it?" I asked.

"All royals are the same," Oliver said, his eyes going dark.

"My mother says the same thing," I mumbled.

"Sounds like a smart woman," Oliver laughed.

"No, she's a close minded narcissist...quite like you," I snapped. Suddenly, there was a sharp pain stinging through my left cheek, I gasped in surprise as his hand met with my skin.

"Don't you dare talk to me like that," he spit in my face.

"What do you think your wife would think of you now, huh?" I asked, earning another smack to the face.

"You know nothing of my wife! Do not speak of her!" He yelled.

"You know nothing of King Edward and yet you speak of him in an ill way," I said.

"If you say one more word, I will drag your king here myself and kill him right in front of you without a second thought," he seethed in my face. I took a deep breath, getting ready to say something, but then I know he would kill Ed in front of me, and I don't want that.