Spirit Animals Oneshots

Shane x Conor - Kings at War

Conor's PoV -

     I exhaustedly colapse on my bed, still wearing my kingly robe and uniform. Lately my work had been exhausting. I was king so along with my regular duties of running a kingdom I also had to help plan a war. Tensions were high with my kingdom and the only other nearby kingdom, who just happened to be our enemy. We had always fought but historically the tension had never been so bad. War was imminent.

I must have fallen asleep, I woke to the sound of unfamiliar voices and before I could fully understand what was going on I was yanked off my bed and a bag was thrown over my head. I tried to scream but a needle was pressed into my arm, I had no choice but to sleep.

I awoke in a unfamiliar room. It looked nothing like my palace. The walls were dark unlike the pristine cream color walls of my home. The room was mostly empty, containing only the chair I sat in and a small bookshelf. I tried to get up and explore but my arms were chained to the chair. A single window let in a small amount of light.

     I had no way of telling the time but hours upon hours seemed to pass. The small light from the window hadn't changed. My stomach growled in hunger. How long had it been since dinner last night? I also had to use the bathroom but I was chained to a chair. Someone would eventually find me, right?

Just then the door burst open and two guards in dark armor marched in. I was unchained but the guards roughly stood me up and marched me along. Of course they ignored my questions. We traveled down dark hallways that all looked alike. I tried to remember the lay out of this place but eventually after too many turns I gave up.

     Minutes passed as I was man handled down the hall before we came to a larger set of doors, obviously the throne room. The men roughly pushed the doors open and walked me in. They pushed me down to the floor in front of their king before handcuffing my arms and legs again. I sat facing this king. He wore all black which suited him well but his blond hair stood out. Overall he was very handsome.

"Do you know who I am?" the king asked.

Both of our kingdoms kept our secrets, including the names of our kings. I didn't want to give anything away so I opted for, "If you knew who I was you wouldn't be treating me this way!"

"Feisty aren't we, very well, you are Conor, ruler of your kingdom of Eura, you adopted the thrown at age 15 after your eldest brother's tragic death from an unknown illness, you have been ruling for the past three years," this king ended smugly and I was astonished to see he knew this much, "yet you don't even know my name."

He got me on the last part, I had no idea. He continued, "I suppose it won't hurt to tell you, not like you'll be escaping anytime soon, I'm King Shane."

I glared at him, if only looks could kill. I held my mouth shut but Shane kept talking, "You'll be staying here so I can question you and gain some information and I hope you are reasonable, bad things can happen if you aren't," Shane warned before the two goons took me away again.

I was taken back to the same room with the same chain tied around my wrists. I struggled but it was no use. Moments later the goons left. The room was much darker than before, nearly pitch black, a curten had been pulled over the window. I sat in the small dark room for hours before the door opened again. It was Shane, surprisingly he was without his goons, "Are you ready for your questioning?" Shane asked before pulling up a seat himself and sitting in front of me, just out of my reach.