Writing Prompts

A Trophy's A Trophy

"So I'm to be your trophy then!" She said. While she tried yanking the chain that had her hands bound together, from his hand. "I am no one's trophy, especially not yours!"
He pushed her back, just enough to make her stumble. "You will be anything I say you are. If you don't want to be a trophy or a thing tell me your name." He said smiling like he had finally won.
Annoy by his arrogant attitude she looked him straight in the eyes. "My name is Mira." Noticing a little shock as she said her name, she pulled with all her strength on the chain from his hand. She could not run anywhere since she was in his throne room and there were guards at every door. She just did not want him to yank the chain one more time making her wrists raw even more.
Picking up the chain and yanking her mere inches from him. "What did you say your name was if you have a title say that as well?"
She gasps at the pain that radiated from her wrists. "What does it matter to you. Your the one that said I was to be anything you wanted. Tell me your name and I might tell you my name again."
He looked into her eyes. Seeing that if he did not he would never know. "I am King Jarrod"
"You at a liar Prince Jarrod died when we were young."
"Who told you that?"
"My family." She whispered while kneeling on the floor.
"Now, tell me who you are?"
"Princess Mira of the Northern Forrest."
"So you're alive too... my family told me you were dead as well."