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1007 Words
Tristan's P.O.V.
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After releasing the tension I decided to take a bath. The water is lukewarm and the tub is small but you don't hear me complain... much. My thoughts drift away and I wonder what 5 is doing, where she's from. I hope I get to see grandmaster Altar in the palace, he has been my teacher since I was little and would always tell me stories about great kings and wizards. He is very wise and has traveled all over the world. Maybe he can tell me more and clarify all these strange feelings en thoughts I'm heaving. He is the only one I know that listens without judging.
It's a clear night but for some unknown reason I feel Zion getting really nervous and anxious. As if he's struggling with something. I hear him roar but this is a very unusual roar. I can't put my finger on what's wrong. I should take a look, I know he's feeling that way because I'm confused and somehow his feelings also effect me. I take a towel, dry myself and put on my pants and cloak. When I open the door I see the irritating woman of master Legas, I believe her name was Dalia. The other one just kept chatting but this one just annoyed me. Acting almighty and she was just about to knock on my door.
'Good evening my lady, is everything allright?'
'Oh yes your royal highness, pardon me for stopping by so late...' She walked past me and entered my room. This woman! I can't stand her. '...but I was feeling lonely.'
'I'm sorry to hear that, but I believe you have come to the wrong room. Legas isn't here and I have nothing that might interest you.'
'Have I really come to the wrong room?' She asks in a bitterweet tone. Somehow I feel really disgusted. She opens her robe and is standing before me with nothing more than a very, very transparent nightgown. I must admit she has a nice body but nothing about it wants me to explore it further.
'I'm afraid so my lady, I'm sorry if I have given you the wrong impression but-'
'Shhh' and she coms closer, putting a finger to my mouth 'don't worry, that witch won't bother you any more' she lowers her hands to the edge of my pants 'whatever spell she casted on you, I'm sure it's not working any more'. My eyes widen.
'Witch?'
'We call her number 5, I bought her from an old friend of mine as a favor. He wanted to make her a love slave, but every man who booked her didn't get his money's worth and was in terrible pain afterwards. With her appearance and the rumours... Well the customers stayed away, so he sold her to me before loosing to much money. As a lover she's worth nothing but she's a fairly good house slave. I on the other hand know exactly how to make a man feel REALLY good.' The last words she whispers in my ear.
'What did you do to her?' I ask with my teeth clenched together.
'Let's just say that she won't be bothering you anymore.' And a wide smile appears on her face.
I draw my dagger and hold it to her throat. 'Take me to her.'
' M- my lord ?'
'Now!'
Visibly shocked and shaking she takes me to the basement of the house. At the end of the basement hallway is a door. A nauseating smell reaches my nostrils, a mix of blood and sweat. Hesitantly she opens the door but nothing prepared me for what I was about to witness and trust me I've seen and created a lot of ugly scenes. A naked woman siting with her legs open on a chair, back facing me, chained tightly by the wrists and her head hanging down. Her back is covered in deep, open wounds and blood.
Her tangled silver hair reminded me of the full moon, but it had lost all its shine and had dried blood stains.I slowly walked over to her. Her head hung lifeless on her shoulder. I squatted in front of her and raised her face. As if struck by lightning, I was nailed to the ground. This is not the face of an ordinary woman, not even an angel. This is the face of a goddess. Carefully I cup her face. 'Look at me.' I whisper. No reaction
'Open your eyes, look at me.' This time she gently blinks and slowly opens her eyes.
The strong look in her eyes that I saw earlier and that fascinated me so much now looked lost and defeated. As if she had lost all will to fight.
'Tell me your name.' She continues to look at me but doesn't make a sound.
'Please tell me your name.' Just when she seems to open her mouth, nothing but a sigh comes out and her eyes close again.
I gently place her head on her shoulder and get up slowly. I feel anger rising. Anger I've never felt, like my body is on fire. As if the devil has taken possession of me, pure rage. While breathing heavy I slowly walk up to a terrified Dalia.
'Please my lord! Please, have mercy! I've done nothing wrong! She - She -'
'Mercy?! Did you have mercy on her?!
'You're saying that this was her own fault?! She saved my most trusted friend, second in command of MY army who keeps YOU safe! You're saying she shouldn't have saved him?! You're saying he should have died?!' I reach for my dagger again.
They must have heard us yelling because I hear people running towards us fast. Suddenly I see Nikon's and Legas's faces. Both eyes open wide and confused as they try to understand what's going on. I can't blame them, all they see is me standing between Legas's wife in nothing more then her nightgown and a tied up, bleeding, almost lifeless girl.
'You will pay for this Legas! You and your unfaithful w***e will regret this.' I state with my teeth clenched.
I stand in front of Dalia now 'Untie her.'
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