Royals ♕ ziam (Boyxboy)

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Prince Zayn smirks in triumph as his soldiers kill off the last of Prince Liam's. Finally, after all these years the Malik Empire as finally claimed victory.

As the Prince of the Bradford Empire sat on his black horse, he takes in his surroundings. Corps of soldiers lay across the battle field lifeless, thinking that they had a chance to win this.

Zayn shakes his head and motions his horse to turn back to his kingdom where he'll find his new slave awaiting. The journey back to his castle was long, but to Zayn, the horse ride seemed short. Mostly on his way there he thought about all the hell he'll put Prince Liam through.

"Welcome back our Prince, how was your journey?" Harry, one of Zayn's many servants greeted. Zayn's closer to Harry than any of his other servants. The pair are pretty close friends.

"It was fine, just happy that we're finally victorious" the Prince grinned, his eyes sparkling.

Zayn climbed off the midnight black horse and ordered on of his servants to take it back to its stall.

"Has my slaves arrived yet?" Zayn questioned Harry while slipping off the gloves from his hands and stuffing them in his coat pocket. "I want to see them."

"Ah, yes! They have arrived just a short while ago. They're all in the dungeons chained up, just like up asked sire" The curly haired boy nodded.

"That's great! Show them to me!" Zayn clapped his hands together.
Harry lead the way through the castle, stopping at a door wooden with metal bars and a guard blocking it.

The guard, Paul, looked at the two and grinned. He unlocked the chamber, opening it and moving out the way so Royalty can enter.

"Thank you for your service Paul" Zayn patted the bulky lad on the shoulder and made their way down the eerie steps of the dungeon.

Along the walls of the stairwell, torches were lit and are hanging there, giving off light to whomever may pass.

The two of them reached the end of the stairs. At the end was a long corridor, and in that corridor the Prince Liam was held along with all the others.

Zayn strolled through the long dark hallway until he reached the end. At the end, in the last cell he could see Liam huddled in a small ball rocking back and forth.

The Wolverhampton boy looks absolutely terrified. He was dressed in old, dirty rags instead of his normal silky attire. His hair was all over the place and tears were streaming down his face.

Zayn almost felt bad, but he knew that Liam deserved this, this pain.
He smirks at the young boy's state, he's enjoying seeing Liam like this, weak and vulnerable.

"Welcome to your new home peasant" Zayn greeted.

Liam jumped at the voice and looked up at the older man before him.

"You thought you could beat me huh? That you could be victorious and take over? I don't think so. I'm in charge of you now twat. I win and you lose" Zayn punched the cell's metal bars, scaring the Prince inside.

Liam shied further into the his holding cell, backing up against the wall. This wasn't how things were suppose to be. Liam thought for sure that he would win this battle, he wanted his ancestors to be proud of him.

"Answer me you bitch!" Zayn roared.

Liam sobbed into his hand shaking his head furiously, his hair moving along with the movements of his neck.

"No? Did you just shake your head no? Listen here, you are my slave and you are to do what I tell you. Do you understand pet?" Zayn growled, his voice low and intimating.