ANDREW
Andrew stared at the maid who was brought before him in contempt. As if on cue, the guards pushed her forward forcefully and she fell to his feet with a loud thud, her head facing the ground. The measly maid.
But come to think of it, she looked quite familiar. He was certain that he had definitely seen this face somewhere before but where?
"Look at me!" He ordered, his voice was a mixture of anger, pain and hurt. He wanted nothing more than to tear her apart, limb from limb till there was nothing left of her but he needed to stay calm because she was the only link he might possibly have to iris and he wouldn't want to ruin that.
"Do not make me repeat myself slave!" His voice echoed throughout the four walls of the entire throne room.
With a slight whimper, the woman in questio
