Vermin

The cruel King

She was beautiful. She was beauty. Dark hair fell down her face in waves, just passing her shoulders. Her face was round and cheerful, though now she looked nervous, apprehensive. Her skin was like pale gold, and a little straight nose sat perfectly in place. I looked down at her lips, small yet so perfect, wondering what it would be like to feel them on my own. And her eyes, her eyes were the colour of the ocean, of the sky the rivers, the pond in the wood.
The pond. The place where I had been stolen. But she was a citizen of Tiyrin, no matter what she looked like, evil ran through her veins. That was another thing that the nursery rhymes taught us. I tore my glaze form her to the king, before those beautiful eyes had time to meet mine. The king was old and greying in his hair. He had the same eyes as his daughter. But the ocean didn't show in his eyes, only cruel cunning at what ever was about to come next.
"So." The King purred, pressing his fingertips together. "Your the young girl who caused so much trouble to capture." He said the word girl, as if was a insult, as if he couldn't believe a girl would be fighting to survive over his blasted wall. It was an effort not to sneer at him, but as I reminded my self, this man would hold my fate. So instead I let out a little smile, and said. "Yes sir. I am that young girl."
"You have courage, to speak to me like that. Or perhaps it is only foolishness." He smirked, tilting his head to one side. "You vermin always were foolish." It was an effort not to spit at his feet, instead I simply forced  my lips closed.
"Tell me." He said leaning forwards. "Do you have family at home? And please remember that there is no point in lying, as my Captain of the Royal Guard can alway carve the truth out of you." He grinned, motioning to the muscular man on his left. The captain smirked, stroking the hilt of his knife. I shuddered.
"I have a mother."
"Her name?" I paused, starring at the captions knife.
"Serena." Fire danced in his eyes at the name. Excitement, hatred, shock. But all he said was.
"Ah, I remember her story well. A lovely girl, how is her ... partner?" He sneered.
"Dead."
"A shame for her indeed, not that it was much of a loss to anyone, but I-" He didn't have time to finish his sentence, I lunged for him, snarling, but his guards were too quick. They hulled me back, daggers and spears at my throat.
"Settle down, settle down." He said waving the guards off. He looked almost bored as he said. "Siblings?"
"A brother." I snarled, pulling my self to my feet. He laughed,
"I like your spirit girl. I tell you what, I'll offer you a deal. Instead of taking your life, I'll take a possession of yours. It's only fair, seeming as you took one of my deer." He snapped his fingers, and a servant rushed to his side, holding a tray of bread and soup. He made a point of carefully dipping the bread into his bowl, and licking his lips as he swallowed. "It's delicious by the way." I wanted to roar and scream at him, rip him to shreds, carve that grin of his face. But instead I nodded.
"It's a deal."
"Wonderful!" He beamed. "You may take her back." A heavy weight slammed into the back of my head. Stars shone in my eyes, and I took in one last look at the girl beside him. For a second her eyes met mine, before everything went black.