Our Legacy (Eddsworld ~Cinderella AU~ Sequel)

Chapter 5

"You wouldn't want your lover to be hurt anymore than he has," he said as he held a dagger to Tom's jaw. Tord stared in disbelief, Tom was bound by his arms; he had bruises all along his arms and head, a trail of blood spilled down from a bump on top of his head as well soaking in his hair, and a gash on his left cheek. Tord glared at the figure, his eyes burned back tears and his teeth gritted. "So what's your choice... a life for a life?" that same dickhead said, rubbing the side of the dagger along Tom's jawline, so close and easy to turn and slice. Tord was panting, he gripped the midget's shirt tight before he threw the little man across the room. "You alright, Ronnie?" the gruff, built man asked who we can assume is "Ronnie." Ronnie got into a coughing fit, finally sucking in air as if he just learned to breathe. "Im fine, Weasley!!" Ronnie seemed to scream, glaring daggers at Tord, trying to be intimidating. Weasley flinched back and looked back at Tord as well.
"Now release him," Tord demanded, he felt like killing every man in that room except for Tom, of course. "Oh, you wanted me to let him go. I only promised not to hurt him," a sinster smirk was placed on the figure's head. Tord's eyes widen and his mouth snarled, "what the fuck is wrong with you!? I did what you asked, let Tom go!" The stranger only cackled and threw the dagger at Tord's head; Tord bent down, trying to dodge the attack. The blade only slit the point of his horn and cracked into the wall behind him. Tord growled as he straightened out his back, "I'm going to say it one more time. Let. Tom. Go!" Tom started to groan, his left eye started to blink open as his mind stirred and vision fuzzed like static. "Tom!" Tord shouted, relived he was alright at least in some sense. "T-tord...?" he still seemed to be in a daze, trying to wiggle out of the man's grip and bounds tightly wrapped around his hands and feet. This was not good, Tom knew he was too weak to help now. "Oh, would you look at that! Morning, Sleeping Beauty," the cloaked figure seemed to chirp in a somehow creppy tone. "M-mark..?" The blue clad's voice cracked, the cloaked figure froze and dropped him. Tord stared at that very man, he pondered the name and it all went back to Tom's stepbrothers and father. That thought brought a look of digust on his face, Mark took notice of the King's discomfort and started kicking Tom in the stomach. It was possible he broke some ribs doing so  but he felt satisfied as he watched that man that ruined his and his family's life. Tom coughed and wheezed, "don't you ever call me that wretched name again!" he heard Mark growl. Everything seemed to slow down, Tom started having flashbacks. He remembered all the times Eduardo would "punish" him for disobeying, or even when Mark would slap him for giving him or Jon badmouth. Tord seemed to bolt at Mark, but it was only to be stopped by Ronnie and Weasley, he struggled in Weasleys strong grip. Ronnie started to punch him, revenge for threatening his life away. Tom wheezed some more, trying to breathe. Memories flooded into his head, he shivered and couldn't move; he felt an emotion he hoped he wouldn't feel again, he was scared. He wasn't frightened or terrified, he was scared.

After what felt like hours, Mark finally stopped kicking the shivering man; he took a liking to the broken image in front of him. He raised his left hand and commanded, "that's enough. Put him down!" Ronnie whined as Weasley let the red king go, Tord fell to his knees sucking in big gulps of air. He looked up to see the tip of a sword between his eyes, "Now you will surrender or your people will face the consequences." Tord growled, he knew how this went, either surrender or everyone you love is dead. He heard Mark laugh as the man took off his hood; underneath was a blonde man with a stubbly chin and an eyepatch over his left eye. "I mean what's the point it moving on, you're already a pathetic king and not to mention outnumbered. Its your choice," Mark sneered. Tord glanced at Tom, his blood boiled of hatred and his eyes darted everywhere. He knew his people were safe, but for how long? They needed a ruler. "G, I want you to care for the kingdom. Be the best queen you can be and be smart with who you love or I'll have to haunt them," Tord muttered and chuckled to himself. "What was that?" Ronnie asked in his squeaked voice. "You have to speak up, coward!" Weasley yelled. "Enough!" Mark continued, "what is your choice?" 

Tord stood up as best as he could and raised both of his hands, "I surrender..."
"Oh, thank g-" Mark was interrupted by the same king who seemed defeated. "But you will never break the bonds of the lives that are here, you will never take away mine or my people's freedom. We are our own people and we choose our stories, not you or any king!" Tord yelled his speech with a smile on his face, Mark glared at the man. He knew fully that Tord meant they'll keep trying and they'll just keep on spreading. 'Stupid Tom and your rebelious husband, I never liked you. Not one bit, ' Mark's mind wandered to times Tom would clean his room and clothes. Tom would bring his food every day and night; the boy was such a klutz he would spill on the floor and even his own stepbrothers. Mark always thought it was on purpose, he never understood why Jon was so forgiving towards the servant boy. He thought back to his brother and how the boy had been even more quiet since they left. He knew Tom did it, Tom was the reason they had to leave. Jon loved that place and Tom had to fall in love with the fucking prince. Jon was depressed and distant, Mark blamed Tom everyday for that. All he wanted to do was kill both the kings right there, but he was told to being them back alive. He hit Tord on the back of the head with the handle of his sword, letting the man fall into unconsciousness, and huffed, "lets go."