King of the North

Chapter 8

Sebastian

After a long day of doing nothing, I had finally decided to get out of my room. There wasn't much I could do other than roam the halls, especially because I had guards breathing down my neck every step I took. 

My father had given the servants a new set of clothes for me to "look more princely" or some bullshit. It was just a puffy, white dress shirt and skinny-ass pants, not that different from what I usually wore.

I heard voices in the throne room and hid by the door, curious about what they were talking about. 

"We have news from the North, Your Majesty." A messenger said. "The Northern Palace has collapsed and it seems there was a witch involved."

I leaned into the room a bit more so I could see my father and the messenger. My father smirked and nodded. "Did they catch this witch?"

"They did, indeed." 

My eyes widened. That's impossible.

"What are they going to do to the witch?" He asked. 

"They're planning the hanging now."

I stumbled and my father turned toward the noise, his eyes catching mine. "Sebastian, don't you dare!"

I started to run toward my room, I had a plan. I had to get to Blase before they killed him. I could hear my father's footsteps pounding toward me but I was faster. I slammed my bedroom door and locked it, turning to my window. 

The Dark Sea was right outside, in range, and if I had the balls, I could jump in and swim to land. I could get a carriage and go to the North as quickly as possible. My father pounded on the door, I opened my window and stepped on the sill. I could smell the salty sea, the breeze coming off was cold and sharp. 

My father bursted into the room, several guards following behind him. "What on earth are you doing, Sebastian?" He yelled.

I fell forward, diving toward sea. I felt the breath get sucked from my lungs as I plunged into the black water, and swam upward as fast as I could. 

I'll save you, Blase.

Blase

When I opened my eyes, there was something over my head, blocking my vision of anything. All I could hear was the sound of a loud crowd yelling, "Hang him! Hang him!" Over and over again. I was on my knees and there was someone holding my arms behind my back, the anti-magic bracelets still on my wrists.

I felt a presence in front of me, and the thing over my head was taken off. I blinked, hard, my eyes adjusting to the rising sun. The presence in front of me knelt and tilted my chin upwards. It was King Morgan.

"You really do look like your father," he said, wistfully. "Except for those golden eyes." He leaned in and wouldn't let me move back, placing a tender kiss to my lips. I jerked away as soon as he'd let me.

"What the hell was that?" I snarled.

He looked disappointed. "If you do not want to die," he twirled his finger in one of my curls. "You could be one of my servants. You're not him," 'him' meaning my father. "But you're close enough."

I scowled and looked deep into the king's colourless eyes. "I'd rather be torn apart and fed to piranhas in the Dark Sea than be your sex-slave."

He yanked at the piece of hair his finger was in, and stood up. "If death is your choice, then I shall give it to you." He turned away from me and ushered at his guards. "Bring him to the noose."