The Royal Guardian

Chapter 19

~Seth's POV~

I am walking down the corridor of the dungeon with Brad. Brad told me the Guards had captured the two men who tried to murder me. We stop in front of a cell door and Brad motions one of the guards of the dungeon to open the cell.

We enter the room and I see two figures knocked out in their chairs. I recognise one as the injured man. So, I conclude the smaller and more petit man is the shooter.

"These are the two?" I ask Brad.

"Yes, you Highness. These are the attackers." Brad replies.

I look toward the injured man.

"So, the injured man was in the complot?" I ask.

"Yes, apparently this one shot his own member." He replies while laughing and I join his laughter.

That just dumb. Can't even aim decent.

"Wake them up." I order Brad.

"My pleasure." Brad replies. I turn my head away, not wanting to see the violence.

I hear two loud punches being thrown. I turn my head back to look at them.

"You both tried to kill me." I speak up. The shooter is staring at the floor, avoiding my gaze.

"No, that was me. He tried to save you." The injured man defends the shooter. I see the head of the shooter pop up in the corner of my eye. I feel my anger arise.

How dare he lie to me!

"Bullshit, you're trying to save your friend's life." I reply, I turn to Brad. "Brad tell me, who do you think knows the most about their employer?"

"Definitely this one," He points at the shooter. I look at the injured man. To me it seems like he knows more.

"But this one will spill everything to save his friends life." He says while pointing at the injured man.

I make my way to the shooter. His head is bowed down. I stop in front of him and grab his chin. Which is surprisingly smooth for a young man. I tilt his head up so our eyes meet.

For a moment I forget how to breath. The eyes seem so familiar, I often think about the wild young women in the dungeon. The eyes of this traitor look so similar to the ones of Lilith. I have been thinking about her a lot. Her free minded spirit attracted me; you could even say I fancied her. I shake the thoughts out of my head.

She killed herself, remember

"Beat this one up." I order Brad.

"My pleasure." Brad replies.

"You better start talking." I say as I walk to the other man. He doesn't look me in the eye, but looks at his friend.

"I am sorry." He whispers to him.

"Wrong answer." Brad sneers and he punches the shooter. I try to keep my eyes trained on the man in front of me and to not think too much about the violence.

"Let us start with an easy question, who are you?" I ask. I see the jaw of the man clench.

This is going to be more difficult than I thought

I nod towards the shooter and Brad fist flies to his face, the shooter dodge Brad's fist. Since Brad put a lot of power behind his swing, he makes a pirouette. I hear the injured man chuckle.

They've got some balls

I feel a smile creep up my face, but I quickly wipe it off.

"You cunt!" Brad yells and I hear the shooter gasp for air. The smile had left the injured man's face as well.