Trusting The Treacherous Renegade

Part 39

Kayn was right about the hospital thing. It's exactly what this looks like. There are no windows, just white blank walls around these endless halls.

"What is this place?" I let out as I walk behind the woman who came to deliver me to their mighty Kendric.

Even though a big part of me were scared to death by the fact that I might end up here. I must confess a part was intrigued by their world. What I've seen so far hasn't impressed me much.

"This is the royal palace." She says plainly. I frown while shaking my head. Palace. Sure.

"Sorry, but it doesn't look like a palace to me. More like a prison."

"Oh, we don't have prisons." The woman says without looking at me. The halls are being filled with the echoing of our shoes on the floor. "There are no second chances at Androlix."

"Because you execute the rulebreakers," I state, she gives me a small nod.

We continue the stroll in silence.

We approach a big dark door and the woman slows down. Her hands go to the doorknobs and before she turns them I inhale slowly. Each hair on my body stands on end.

"She's here." The woman says and steps aside to let me walk forward.

I hesitate for a few seconds, looking down at my extravagant dress, trying to prepare myself.

I most likely will be forced to enter if I don't do it willingly so I walk past her, entering the largest room I've ever been in.

The theme is dark. With golden details. Golden chandeliers are hanging from the high ceiling, the candles are lit. And the smell teases my nostrils, makes me think of my mother. She loved candles, insisted they brought comfort.

"The discipline on these people is hilarious." I hear a familiar voice say and I turn my head to the left.

Several people are sitting around a long dining table, all eyes on me. They are all dressed up as me. I try not to stare too much.

"Come meet your father." Isaiah walks towards me and stretches his hand out and I hesitate to look at it for a few seconds.

That man is not my father, I want to shout it out. Make them realize I'm not willing to play along with their wicked games.

"It's alright. Don't be frightened." He adds while smiling widely. I smile at him while
exhaling slowly. Deciding to play along so I grab his hand. He chuckles in victory and starts to walk me over to the others.

A chill runs through my body when my eyes meet those crystal ones. He's here. Of course, he's here. He's one of them. I close my eyes and push away all my feelings, not having the time to dwell over what that bastard did to me.

I turn my gaze and watch the man who's sitting at the end of the table.

He's wearing a dark tuxedo and a smug smile on his face. His eyes are dark, not sparkly maybe the all-mighty Kendric doesn't need to be supervised.

"Katia." He murmurs and stands up. He gives me a small nod.

"I'm not..."

"We know." Isaiah cuts me off. "A long time has passed since we last saw her. It brings out emotions."

"Thought you didn't have any?" It slips out of me before I have the time to consider if it's a good idea to talk about that.

"Our emotions are drawn back. They are not non-existing my dear." Kendric says. His hand is in front of me and I shake it fast.