The Prince's Luna

Chapter 13

* Mina's POV *

I struggled against the iron tight grip of my captor's hold, flailing my arms against him. I grunted with the effort I had put into trying to escape from the hulking giant, but his hold hadn't even loosened a smidge. My spirits fell as everything hit me with full force. The woman whom had appeared in the prince's room had some kind of control over him; she had somehow convinced him to imprison me before committing the act killing me. She had also convinced him that she was the one he truly loved, rather than me.

"What have I done to make you think that I am the culprit here?" The guard's face remained solid as stone, no emotions breaking through it. I tugged my arm back in a quick jerk, but was dragged forward again.

"If you struggle less and stop behaving in this manner then everything will be less painful for you." He spoke his words with a sneer, openly showing his distaste for having to deal with me.

"How can I not struggle? I am being falsely accused for something that I never did! That woman the prince is conspiring with is the faulty one here! She set me up!" I screamed at the guard. My voice was rising into a shout of hysteria as I tried to get someone, just one small soul, to listen to my pleas.

"You really are a dramatic one, huh? Do you think that by putting on a show it will make everyone forget your purpose here, and, therefore, your treason against the crown?" My jaw fell agape as I listened to the guard's testament. Not only had he accused me of crime, but he didn't even care to see if his statement held fault.

"Dramatic?! How dare you have the indecency to even assume that I would conjure up such a story for attention! I am going to be killed if you don't start listening to me, you bastard!" I spat at the ground in front his boots, and received a vehement look from the man. My body was jostled, forcefully, until I was standing before him. Had his grip not been vice-like, I would have cowered away from the giant of a man.

"No one speaks to a king's guard, let alone me, with a tone nor words like that without feeling the full effects of punishment and death for it!" Before I could bat an eyelash at his words, his palm connected with cheek, resounding in a slap. 

I was shoved back to his side as we continued our walk to the dungeon where I would be held for my final days. I cast my eyes towards the ground, feeling as if my attempts to be heard were feeble and an utter failure.

The guard said nothing more to me, so I said nothing more to him. Instead I chose to hide behind the protection that my massive brunette locks brought me. If the world, and the man who had just taken me in, was deliberately going to deny me my life then there was no point in trying to fight against their forces any longer.

My mind was filled with inner turmoil, as was my heart, so it wasn't surprising when we came to an abrupt halt before a menacing oak colored door. Its hinges were intricately carved pieces of black stainless steel that, undoubtedly, wouldn't budge an inch if the door was sealed. I released a heavy sigh before the guard unbuckled his keys and unlocked the door, which gave a click that echoed long after its end, while keeping a hand stationary on my upper arm.

The door was pulled open, its hinges protesting in a pitiful groan, to reveal a dank corridor which lacked light and smelled like decay and musty mold. I froze where I stood, instantly afraid to go any further into the ominous room.

"Move along or be moved," the voice of the guard reverberated off of the walls as he gave my arm a sharp tug, successfully pulling me along with him.

"How do you even see in this... This place?!" My tone rose while the walls appeared to take on a green hue as they leaned towards me, ready to topple over my body at any second.