The ex-King was shrieking violent words as loud as his voice would allow, but the guards did not loosen their grip. I slipped my hand into Carter's and held onto his arm, watching as the monster of a man spat at the ground.
"Control him," Carter's voice held a newfound power, one of authority, fearlessness, and royalty.
One guard obeyed his new King and jabbed the butt of his gun into the back of Carter's father.
"It's over, Sir," I whispered the words as they carried him towards the door.
"You will be locked in the cell until you rot, or we decide another suitable form of punishment,” Carter flicked his fingers forwards, beckoning for the guards to take the man away.
We followed them to the door where we watched them drag his father across the field and back into the castle where he
