Return to the King

Chapter 13

Amelia’s POV

“Get far away from me. Unless you want problems.”

“You act as if you have a choice in the matter. Release her.”

“I won’t obey you.”

“You are right. You won’t obey me, as of this moment, right now, but you will.”

“What makes you so sure?”

“You don’t release her and let her do what she needs to do, she dies. I can get another girl here and we can try this cycle again.”

I froze.

“Oh and before you ask the whole, what if you run out of girls' questions, I will just get them the same way I got you and the one you are holding hostage.”

My body became stiff. His eyes were still devilish and mean. But it was the grin he had on his face. It easily put me into place to stand down and take the L in this battle. Clearly, he thought of everything.

It all happened when this girl and guards came in with hair dye, scissors, mirrors and a bunch of extra stuff. I remember he said the stylist was coming in but I did not put two and two together and that he would be coming with the stylist.

The escape plan failed immediately when he delivered the stylist to my “welcoming” chambers.

I had to make a decision. A decision I peacefully was not going to be happy about. With a heavy sigh, I released the scared little hostage I had and she ran into the corner. A cocky, smug expression appeared on his face and that made me more annoyed than I was in the beginning. He placed his hands in his pockets and raised his head at me while I turned and looked at the girl. She was shaking, a bit of tears were trying to escape her eyes but they didn’t fall.

I waved my hand to motion for her to come here and she didn’t budge. I sighed and sat down, closed my eyes and laid my hands out as if I wanted someone to cuff them. I knew the asshole on the other side of the bar was enjoying me, complying with what was happening, but I was not going to have an innocent girl killed for my selfishness.

She walked over to me, I bet she was shaking in her skin to even get close to me. I sighed and felt the silence in the air growing with each passing second.

The girl got to work. She was cutting my hair shorter than I have ever had it. It didn't even touch my shoulders. I looked over and saw purple hair dye in a bowl and she was applying it to my hair. Why is the color purple? I can't tell you if I tried to. What really caught my attention was this yellow liquid that was in a bucket. Steam was slowly escaping it but then it started to calm down in a way.

I looked over at the asshole on the other side of the bar and his smirk was toxic. His posture was toxic. He was f*****g toxic to the point I wanted to break through the bars like I was she hulk and beat him to a pulp! I just cannot stand this man at all! Something was going to happen though. I could feel it in my soul and my soul was not happy. I was just keeping my temper at bay for as long as I could, but that was a war that I was not going to win for long. I didn't want this girl touching me, but I had to let it be.

After my hair was finished in the process of being dyed, a large tube was brought in, filled with water and bubbles on the inside. The asshole was sitting outside on a folded chair with one leg over the other. Watching like a hawk. I think this man got the idea that I would try anything when he is not around, but he is getting to me as well. Putting another life at risk is something that won't be tolerated by my actions.

I was stripped out of my clothing by the female maids that soon were brought to cell and my hair was rinsed out of the purple dye. The ladies were being gentle. I remember I had to do this at the palace but, I was in an actual bathroom, in an actual tub. I wasn't in any confinement, even though it felt like that at first. I looked over to the maids and they were paying me no mind. They didn't even utter words from their mouths but they were moving in sync with each other.

After, I was given a towel and they dried off my hair with another towel that was provided for me. I couldn't even look in the mirror to see how my hair turned out. But I did notice the arrogant male who was now entering my cell. He was rolling up his sleeve to his right hand and went over to me. I took a step back and he raised his eyebrow. He took another step towards me and I took one step back. I held my towel up to my body and he chuckled.

"I don't want your body. I already know you are pure and don't need someone other than your king to touch you. I would corrupt a kingdom like that, but then my identity would have to be out there and well.. .that would cause a problem, now wouldn't it?

"Wow, look at you. Being modest to an extent. There is a personal gain from that, because I bet if you weren't trying to hide your identity the way you are, then I guarantee that you would try something."

"You are not my type."

"Should I feel offended?"

"Most women would be."

"Well... when I think you got the message that I am not like other women, here you are... proving me wrong once again."

"Hmph. Stand still and turn your back towards me so we can get this over with."

"Get.. what over with?"

"Your marking. I need to be somewhere and I would like to do this now."

"My marking?"

I looked over at the liquid gold he was standing next to with his hand above it and I backed up once again.

"There is no way in hell I am letting you put your disgusting hand on me and mark my damn body with that liquid. You might as well throw me back in the damn freezer for all of that matter."

"That could be arranged, but I do not have time for these games at the moment, nor do I have time to deal with a disobedient girl."

He snapped his fingers and the guards came into the cell. I backed up until my back was against the wall. The guards grabbed me and held me in place while the arrogant asshole placed his hand onto the gold liquid. I struggled to pull myself free from the guards' grips and felt my body shaking with fear. They turned my back towards him and I kicked their legs but they didn't even budge. They just took it like they were robots. My body started shaking and I felt my breathing quickening by the second. I couldn't see him. I couldn't see anything besides the brick wall that was in front of me. I kept pulling my body. I kept trying to get myself free but they just kept holding me tighter and tighter by the second. They were not trying to let me go.

His hand was placed on my back. On the right side, a bit of his fingertips were on my shoulder. It was hot. Not too hot to the point where it was burning my body, but hot enough to leave a print.

I bit my lip, quivering in the hands of the guards that were holding me as tight as possible. After he removed his hand from my back, the guards put me down and I sat on my legs. I sat there trying to move the towel wrapped around me over the mark that was now glowing on my back. I didn't have to look, but I knew the arrogant ass was wiping his hand and leaving. I could hear his footsteps moving away from me along with the guards who put me down. I heard the key in the lock being turned as the doors were closed.

"Well... looks like someone looks defeated. Don't give up on me now. I am being entertained by our little... spat."

I didn't even dare to look at him. I just sat there, staring at the floor. In disbelief that my body was marked by someone who was a complete stranger to me. A stranger who thinks he has power over me. A stranger who has completely lost his mind or I will make him believe he has.

"Aw, the feisty tiger is done now. Well... then I guess I can say, I won this little game of ours. I told you... you are no longer queen Amelia while you are in captivity."