Slowly look away (completed)

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John shivers. Hot breath hits his neck as he gazes shakily at the blond male who was escorting him to what he could only assume to be the wellstong castle. John was tight tightly in rope to the back of a cream horse.

John's ear's twitched and John couldn't help but wish they where normal. He remembered when the blond haired male had first caught him they first thing he had done was ripped the hood of his head and grab him by the ends of his ears painfully watching his expressions change the more he pulled.

It was quite painful.

John grumbled his body moved up and down the more the blond male's horse moved.

"Stop doing that" the blond said lazily

"Doing what?" John returned, turning his head as far as it could go to look at the blond with the rope binding it down.

"Grumbling, if you do I'll make your execution even more painful" the blond snapped giving John a playful side grin.

John's eyes bulged. 'Execution?!' He was going to die? Holy- John but his lip.

Did they know who he was? Was this why he was getting such a cruel punishment.

Did they know he was a prince?

Or John eyes darted wildly, was this what happened to all the children and men and woman who cross the border. Do we all end up dying?

"It's a shame really" the blond start
"Such a handsome male like yourself getting killed off so easily, sadly since your an elf we must do what we must do" 'to keep order' it ran in the back of arlo's head.

He's killing people to keep order.

"And here I thought you where all ugly beast" the blond sighed.

'Ugly?' John thought glaring at the ground 'says the one killing people!'

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The two soon arrived at the castle. Large steel gates open for the prince. And guards gave cautious looks at John some chuckling at the seen.

Arlo went to the stable. He jumped of the horse and grabbed ahold of John untying the ropes that bounded him to the horse.

John fell of the side of the horse, and crashed down to the dirt floor like a sack of potatoes.

John yelped.

A door opened behind them. A strong jawed 'Queen' with blond hair rushed in rapping pale and thin arms around her very tall son.

The blond stiffened in her hold 'This was a rare welcome'.

"Did you catch the dirty beast?" The woman chuckled into her sons back.

"Actually-" Arlo said removing his mother arms from around him "I did" he say picking John up from the ground by the back of his cloak.

His mother mouth fell a gap. She look bewitched.

"A a-a"

"An elf-" Arlo got cut off.

"A pretty boy!!!" His mother gasped grabbing John by the cheeks and smooching them together.

Arlo looked down at his mother who was cooing at the elf and elf.

"Omg Arlo look at him. She said playing with black strands of hair "he's even more beautiful then you" Arlo cringed and John let out a small chuckle.

"But-" his mother rubbed the end of john's pointy ears the thing that defined him as an elf "we will have to do something about these..." she mumbled.