Two guards marched in with the human man from the dungeon. They halted right in between Damon and I and I wondered nervously what this will unroll.
“Father-“ Damon began but the King didn’t let him speak.
“Is this the villager that you tried to help escape?” His gaze was directed at me.
I didn’t know whether to lie or tell the truth. Whatever hole Isabelle and Seth had dug up for me seemed irreversible.
“Yes,” I muttered.
Damon’s disappointed eyes met mines for a brief second and I wondered what it was about this man that made both Damon and I both attempt to rescue him.
“This man must be special,” said the Queen,” because even my son, who knows better, had tired to spare him.”
I removed silent and so did Damon.
The King stood up from his seat and walked down the three steps it took to get to the ground.
Now that he was at ground level, I seen that he resembled Xavier a lot more then the rest of his children. He was taller then even Damon, hovering at a couple inches above him. He reached his hand out towards a guard who presented him with a wooden sword.
Silently , he handed it to Damon who accepted.
I turned to look at the human man. His sad eyes were barely open. He struggled to breath and I could see the fresh bite from last night had hardly healed.
They didn’t have to torture him to prove a point.
I knew this was their way of teaching Damon a lesson but they could have killed him a long time ago and saved the poor man all of this pain.
I looked at Damon who now looked sad.
“Father-“ he began, his voice soft an apologetic,” what do you want me to do with this, it’s a stake.”
The King took his seat back at the throne,” I want you to stake him like he would us, keeping in mind the thousands of your ancestors that had been staked at the hands of a human.”
“Damon,” I whispered,” you don’t have to do this, Seth and Isabelle-“
“Shut up,” Damon snapped, his angry gaze now locked with mines,” if it wasn’t for you I wouldn’t be in this situation in the first place.”
My pained expression turned into one of confusion.
What did he mean if it wasn’t for me?
I wasn’t the one that forced him to spare the jester.
“What?” I asked, knowing that I wouldn’t get an answer.
“Damon,” the Queen began,” it really isn’t that hard honey. How do you ever expect to be King if you can’t even punish a mere jester.”
“You aren’t punishing him,” I was surprised at the strong tone of my voice,” you’re using him to teach Damon a lesson. He didn’t do anything-“
“Shut up!” Damon hissed again.
“Damon, just listen,” I continued,” you won’t be king if you do this, Seth and Isabelle-“
Damon didn’t give a warning before plunging the sharp wooden sword into the heart of the jester. His blood curdling scream echoed within the walls of the castle as he continued to cry out in pain.
I screamed out with him and felt myself begin to sob endlessly. I suddenly felt like a helpless little girl in a very bad and scary place. I wanted to run away and hide and sob until I had no more tears.
Damon twisted the sword inside the man and he began to cry out even louder. He fell to the ground and twitched his body uncontrollably. It was no doubt the most horrid and horrifying thing I have ever witness in my life.
I watched the hateful look on Damon’s face grow into evil as he called out for the guards.
“Take her to the dungeon,” he demanded.
My eyes widened in panic as I registered the words that came out of his mouth.
“Damon! No, please-“ I started to sob even harder. My hair was now wet and tangled on my face but I couldn’t reach out to dismiss it because the guards had now held me in their embrace.
“Stop!” I struggled with the men,” let me go, Damon please!”
“You will serve the rest of your time here at the dungeon,” Damon looked at me as if I was someone that had betrayed him. The soft look in his eyes now drowned by complete evil and I was shocked that I almost didn’t recognize him.
I looked towards the King and the Queen and the last thing I saw before the guards carried me crying and kicking trying to get away from their grip was the satisfaction that Damon’s parents now had on their place.
Almost as if they were proud of their son.
I must have passed out on the way over here because when I woke up, I could hardly see a thing.
My eyes fluttered open and they took a couple seconds to adjust to my surroundings except I couldn’t see much.
The endless murky adjoining of the cell that the guards had thrown me in caused a sudden panic and I felt my chest begin to thud.
No, I thought. This can’t be happening now. No!
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