The Pen.

Chapter 5 - The End.

Freya and Katya had been outraged by the loss of prestige for her family, first the embarrassment of her sisters so called weapon and then they were being attacked and exposed frequently by this...this someone.

"What are your thoughts on this?" Asked Katya to Freya.

"Its got to be someone who is still here" said Freya. "Someone who knows about Dads involvement in the usurpation and someone who is good with words".

"Well done for stating the obvious"

"I don't see you coming up with any suggestions! Besides facts are important to establish".

"I suppose if we are establishing facts, it's a fact that whoever this is hates the king and clearly doesn't like us very much".

Freya let out a frustrated growl. "Who would do this? Like really? Who would honestly want to see not only some people but the whole kingdom to suffer? Who is that pissed off? Who is that fucking savage?"

"Who is that smart?" Spat Katya.

Freya let out another growl. "I'm getting a drink do you want one?"

"Think we need it".

Freya left her bedroom and headed for the kitchen. It wasn't until she was doing the walk back that she happened to look into Emma's room, it wasn't until she had settled herself on her bed that something went click in Freya's head.

"Couldn't be that obvious...? Surely..." Freya mumbled to herself.

"What are you mumbling about?" Asked Katya.

"She wouldn't. She couldn't. She's not that...that... -"

"Will you tell me what this is all about?!"

"I have an idea about the words person".

"Guessing I won't like it" sighed Katya.

Freya grinned, "Oh no, you'll love it".

Emma was out to try and find food for them all which proved rather unsuccessful. She had to barter with one of the few bakers left and got two loaves of bread in exchange for her sisters to check in on the bakery regularly throughout the week. Once she was back home she found the kitchen empty except her pen lying on the kitchen table. Frowning in confusion she picked it up and was immediately sprung upon by her sisters and beaten until she passed out.

Emma came to in a prison cell, her head and muscles ached, the air smelt damp and cold and the rough slabs on the floor were cutting into her skin.

"It's about time you woke up, I've been dying to speak to you" came a cold voice from the shadows.

"Really?" Snarled Emma. " And here I thought it was me that was in the shit".

King Benedict stepped out from the shadows and sat in front of Emma on the opposite side of the cell. He looked tired, older and darker. She couldn't help but feel happy that it was her that caused him to feel like this, she had made this king crumble.

"We could have worked together" he said.

"I'm not following" said Emma sweetly.

"Don't bull shit me!"

"Let's face it, you're not interested in whether it was me or not, other wise you wouldn't have executed all those other people"

"So you admit it was you?!"

"I didn't say that"

"YOU WILL ADMIT TO THIS!" Bellowed Benedict.

"I will admit to nothing until I'm damn good and ready" gritted Emma.