Revenge and finding love

Part 1 of my plan is complete, not quite how I imagined but I’m here none the less. I’m currently sitting in a cell, not just anyone’s cell either, the werewolf king’s cell, I was on my way to the palace when I got picked up by border guards, bastards kicked my ass too. I had planned to come and speak to the king about my mother, you see, I’m actually his granddaughter, he has no idea I exist, I just have to convince the guards to let me speak with him, I hope they don’t take too long, it f*****g stinks down here and it would freeze the balls off a brass monkey its so bloody cold. Well I guess I’m down here for the night and I guess I will try to get some sleep. After tossing and turning all night and possibly having hypothermia, the doors finally bang open, the guards are working their way through all the rogues that were picked up last night, if the sounds are anything to go by, this is going hurt before I can get my request to see the king heard. Finally it’s my turn, I’m shot up with wolfsbane, lucky for me, I’m half wolf half vampire so the damage won’t be as bad, they don’t know this and I will keep it hidden for as long as I can. The cell door slides open and by the looks on these fuckers faces, they don’t seem in the mood for requests, f**k it, here we go. SMACK. My brain feels like a ping pong ball, “on your feet b***h” asshole number one yells, while number asshole number 2 kicks my legs out in front of me, I hit the ground with a thud, I land right on my ass, can you actually break your ass? I feel like there could be a second crack back there now. I get to my feet and go to speak and get another smack in the mouth, once I get to see the king, if I get that far, I hope he welcomes me with open arms and whips these fucktards for this, job or not, its bloody rude. I’m taken to another room, great interrogation time, this should be fun, its Saturday so this will definitely be in my top weekends to remember, I don’t think, it’s not that I can’t take it, unfortunately I can, I just don’t want to. “What’s you name?”, another smack to the face, “Really? That wasn’t necessary, I will tell you my name and why I’m here, My name is Isobel Whitefur, I’m here to get an audience with the King.” They both start laughing and I get to punches to the gut that knock the wind out of me, “Do you think that pretending to have the last name of the king that it will get you anywhere?”, I tried to reply but dickface here forgets he just winded me and I’m trying desperately to catch my breath, I also think he broke a rib or 2, I blurt out the best I can that I have information about the missing princess, the kings only daughter who went missing 20 years ago. This made the atmosphere in the room change significantly, dickface leans his huge body into my face and asked me to repeat myself, so I did and he called the Royal Beta. The Royal Beta arrives and he already looks pissed, I need to choose my words carefully or I could not only lose my chance but I could be in a world of hurt. He immediately demands I spill everything I know, he’s also looking at me funny, I know its because I look like my mother. “I’m here to see the king, I have information about the missing princess and a traitor to the king, I will only speak to the king about this, it’s a private matter.” The beta demands I just tell him but I won’t, he leaves to address the king but instructs the asshole twins to rough me up a little. After about 5 minutes, I’m guessing, my ribs are broken, my arm and leg are broken and my face doesn’t feel like my own anymore, my eye is swollen shut, I must look so pretty to be meeting a King. After a while the King comes down to the cells, I hope I still look a little like myself so he may recognise that I look like my mother but if that fails, its said that wolves can scent their own, so hopefully the wolfsbane in my system won’t screw that up for me. I see him pause and start sniffing before he even sets eyes on me, I let out a breath I didn’t even know I was holding, I begin to raise my head, I also hadn’t realised how many emotions I felt about meeting my grandpa until this moment, this is supposed to be business, I have a job to do, once that’s done then and only then can I let things be personal, oh who am I kidding? This whole plot if revenge is personal.