Chapter 43
The Cell door next to mine then suddenly shut and literally a second later mine opened showing the king in his regal uniform. Two guards stood next to him causing me to frown in confusion. Normally he came alone and he never looked so formal when he did.
“Bring her.” Was the only thing he
id before he turned and began walking away. The two guards then barged into my room and grabbed one of my arms each. They didn’t care about me getting my footing as they roughly dragged me out of the cell and back up the corridor. When we got to the steps that brought me down here they lifted me slightly before forcing me up them.
My body screamed at the sudden burst of exercise I was getting just from being half dragged. After god knows how long in the dungeon my muscles definitely became tight and unused.
My shins hit every single step leaving them bruised, bleeding and sore. I was completely dragged to the throne room and thrown to the floor. The king sat in his chair, he meant business as he looked at me kneeling awkwardly on the marble.
The kings parents stood next to him while servents scattered the hall.
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“What’s going on?” I asked, my voice came out shaky as nerves took over me.
“That thing on your arm, is an abomination. I was extremely confused by this point, did the queen regent mean my cast, or my graffiti scar?
“We have arranged for it to be removed publicly tomorrow, once your cast has been taken off and you have washed.” King Josh, stated as his eyes bored into the words that were scarred onto my forearm. My heart stopped. How can they remove a scar? Surely it’s an impossible task.
“What do you mean?” My arms shook as I tried to stand up, the lack of energy my body had was a concern to me. And the fact that my muscle mass was somewhat impaired was also a warning sign.
“You are the rightful queen of this world, and quite frankly my patience is wearing thin with your attitude. You will be presented in front of the people and that ridiculous statement will be burnt from your skin. Then I will mark you, live on television.” My eyes widened drastically as what he said sunk into my head.
“You can’t mark me without my permission.” I forgot my place, my anger took over as I shouted at the king. Within a second I was face down on the floor again. Gasping for air after being punched in the jaw, blood quickly filled my mouth as pain took over my being.
“I will force your permission out of you if I have to. I suggest you Give me your consent, if you do I won’t make your punishment worse than it will be, for your insubordination.” I was shaking with rage by this point, nothing gets through to this guy.
“No punishment you give me will ever be as bad as being your mate…” I spat some of the blood that was. collecting in my mouth on the floor directly in front of the king who shot up off his throne immediately.
“Then you will wish you’d never been born!” He marched past me and over to some double doors before. slamming them open. My tired body was grabbed again and roughly dragged out behind the king.
I was taken to the hospital wing in the palace and thrown onto a chair.
Chapter 43
The king just watched from the side of the room while, Two guards stood either side of me as the doctor walked in with a funny looking devise.
“Your grace…” he said slightly bowing to the king before turning to me.
the cast was swiftly removed uncovering my suicide attempt. The scar from where I had cut my arm was prominent and repulsive, I couldn’t look at what the mutts had driven me to do. “Can you please make a fist for me?” The doctor asked, I quickly did so and he nodded his head in satisfaction. “You’re hand has healed. well, just please don’t make a habit of this. We don’t want any more broken bones. Your grace!” He bowed to me then to the king before walking back out.
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