“You sure you want to do this today Alli?” Staring at the door that will lead to the Dungeons, I debate whether I am ready or not for this. The last time I saw Juden was six days ago when I barged into the Throne Room to take back what’s rightfully mine.“No, but I need to. He has all the answers I need.” Sky hums at my answer, his steady presence calming me. With a deep breath, I motion for the Guards to open the doors to the Dungeons and begin to descend the stairs. Five minutes of descending the long staircase I find myself on the first floor of the Dungeons expecting to see a damp dingy hallway and not a place brightly lit with secured doors spaced evenly on either side.“Which one is his?” I ask, looking towards Sky who takes the lead.“Last one on the left.” We walk in silence until we come to the cell, anxiety growing inside me. Something deep inside me tells me he is the reason why I grew up in the Slums. That he is the reason why the Rebellion took place fourteen years ago.“Has he said anything since being imprisoned?” I ask the Guard Max, a tall man with ebony-coloured skin built like a wrestler with a balding head and a short beard. I remember him from my first time dining with the Guards the other day. How Max had been laughing and joking loudly at the other end of the room after introducing himself to me. I am happy that Max is the one tasked to guard Juden as he gave me the impression that he is a trustworthy and loyal man.“Other than he wants to see you, no.” Nodding at his answer, I motion for Max to open the cell and step inside once the door has been opened. Sitting on the cot is Juden Trilavantas, his usually neat hair standing on end and a smidge of dirt covering his prison uniform. It seems the Dungeons don’t suit his lavish lifestyle.“Allisara, what a surprise.” He calls out as if greeting a guest, his suave smile making me want to punch it off his face.“You know why I am here Juden.” I spat out, motioning for Sky and Max to handcuff the Traitor.“We need to talk about the Rebellion and why you thought my Throne was yours.” With that, I lead the way to the interrogation room. The one room by the stairs where the door was left open. With a mask of indifference, I watch as the men drag Juden into the room and cuff him to the metal interrogation chair. Sitting across from him, Max takes the spot just behind Juden while Sky stands behind me.“Now let's get this started.”♔An hour has passed since we entered the interrogation room and I am getting annoyed with looking at the now dishevelled Juden Trilavantas who has done nothing but irritate me when a question was asked. Max has had a fun time punching Juden when he would refuse to answer my questions or would tell me what my smart mouth could do with his cock. I am fairly sure Sky is itching to lay into him as well but I won’t allow him to dirty his hands with Juden. Max is more than capable of getting the answers we need."Tell me again why you thought that my Throne was yours?!" My eyes narrow as I state my demand impatiently, wanting nothing more than to kill this bastard."I told you; I thought you were dead." He drawls out with a shrug, wincing when he moves his shoulder the wrong way."You’re lying.” Sky shouts, stepping closer to Juden. Placing my hand out in front of him, I prevent Sky from landing a punch to Juden’s smug smile and send a warning look to my friend. If anyone hates Juden more than me, it’s Sky."How would you know?” Juden tries to edge him on, to goad Sky into punching him like I so want to."Because without the body of any last living member of the Royal Family, the Regent can't become King or Queen until twenty years have passed." I answer instead, watching the muscle in Juden’s jaw tighten. I had him."Now tell me the truth." Leaning forward in my chair, I stare into Juden’s eyes and allow my hatred to show. How I wish I could kill him right now, but I need answers."Make me." His grin infuriates me and with a look to Max, I snap my fingers. Max takes this as his cue and the sound of Juden’s pinky finger breaking and his screams of agon bring a sort of twisted satisfaction to me. This bastard deserves it."Tell me!” I continue leaning back into my chair and relaxing while watching pain flicker in Juden’s eyes, eyes that glare at me with such hatred that I wonder if this is the true feelings of the man I called my Uncle."Fuck You!" He snarls back and I snap my fingers again as my answer. Max breaks another one of Juden’s fingers and Juden releases another agonizing scream. Growing up in the Slums I grew used to violence and bone breaking. This is nothing from what I witnessed. His screams are nothing compared to those that betrayed the Slum Lords."You have two thumbs, six fingers, and ten toes.” Listing off the extremities, I watch Juden’s face pale another level. He is scared. Good.“If I have to ask again, not only will you have every finger and toe broken, but you will also have them butchered off. Now that’s a total of forty torturous moments. Refuse to answer me and you will regret it." I wait for a moment after my warning, watching Juden Trilavantas while he takes deep breaths and weigh his options. I take this time to study his chained hands and notice his two broken fingers. They were a clean break like I wanted. It will make it easier to set the bones and allow Juden to heal properly if I am satisfied with his answers.Juden glares at me once again, his hatred making me want to shrink into the chair I sit on, but I decide against it. This is no longer the man I called Uncle. No longer the man my father called his best friend. He is a criminal."Fine, I'll tell you." It seems my threat worked as Juden concedes. I grin, nodding to Max and allowing him to back away from Juden. The threat still stands though. If he doesn’t tell the truth, then the torture will continue."Good, get started." I order."But to tell you I have to start the night of the Rebellion." He shrugs and I pause, not sure if I am ready to hear about that night. That was the night my parents were slaughtered. The night that changed my life. If my Maid hadn’t saved me and taken me to the Knight and his Squire, I would have been killed alongside them. Taking a deep breath, I look to Sky who gives me an encouraging nod. Knowing I have him beside me, I turn my gaze to Juden and lean back in my chair."Continue then."
“You sure you want to do this today Alli?” Staring at the door that will lead to the Dungeons, I debate whether I am ready or not for this. The last time I saw Juden was six days ago when I barged into the Throne Room to take back what’s rightfully mine.
“No, but I need to. He has all the answers I need.” Sky hums at my answer, his steady presence calming me. With a deep breath, I motion for the Guards to open the doors to the Dungeons and begin to descend the stairs. Five minutes of descending the long staircase I find myself on the first floor of the Dungeons expecting to see a damp dingy hallway and not a place brightly lit with secured doors spaced evenly on either side.
“Which one is his?” I ask, looking towards Sky who takes the lead.
“Last one on the left.” We walk in silence until we come to the cell, anxiety growing inside me. Something deep inside me tells me he is the reason why I grew up in the Slums. That he is the reason why the Rebellion took place fourteen years ago.
“Has he said anything since being imprisoned?” I ask the Guard Max, a tall man with ebony-coloured skin built like a wrestler with a balding head and a short beard. I remember him from my first time dining with the Guards the other day. How Max had been laughing and joking loudly at the other end of the room after introducing himself to me. I am happy that Max is the one tasked to guard Juden as he gave me the impression that he is a trustworthy and loyal man.
“Other than he wants to see you, no.” Nodding at his answer, I motion for Max to open the cell and step inside once the door has been opened. Sitting on the cot is Juden Trilavantas, his usually neat hair standing on end and a smidge of dirt covering his prison uniform. It seems the Dungeons don’t suit his lavish lifestyle.
“Allisara, what a surprise.” He calls out as if greeting a guest, his suave smile making me want to punch it off his face.
“You know why I am here Juden.” I spat out, motioning for Sky and Max to handcuff the Traitor.
“We need to talk about the Rebellion and why you thought my Throne was yours.” With that, I lead the way to the interrogation room. The one room by the stairs where the door was left open. With a mask of indifference, I watch as the men drag Juden into the room and cuff him to the metal interrogation chair. Sitting across from him, Max takes the spot just behind Juden while Sky stands behind me.
“Now let's get this started.”
♔
An hour has passed since we entered the interrogation room and I am getting annoyed with looking at the now dishevelled Juden Trilavantas who has done nothing but irritate me when a question was asked. Max has had a fun time punching Juden when he would refuse to answer my questions or would tell me what my smart mouth could do with his cock. I am fairly sure Sky is itching to lay into him as well but I won’t allow him to dirty his hands with Juden. Max is more than capable of getting the answers we need.
"Tell me again why you thought that my Throne was yours?!" My eyes narrow as I state my demand impatiently, wanting nothing more than to kill this bastard.
"I told you; I thought you were dead." He drawls out with a shrug, wincing when he moves his shoulder the wrong way.
"You’re lying.” Sky shouts, stepping closer to Juden. Placing my hand out in front of him, I prevent Sky from landing a punch to Juden’s smug smile and send a warning look to my friend. If anyone hates Juden more than me, it’s Sky.
"How would you know?” Juden tries to edge him on, to goad Sky into punching him like I so want to.
"Because without the body of any last living member of the Royal Family, the Regent can't become King or Queen until twenty years have passed." I answer instead, watching the muscle in Juden’s jaw tighten. I had him.
"Now tell me the truth." Leaning forward in my chair, I stare into Juden’s eyes and allow my hatred to show. How I wish I could kill him right now, but I need answers.
"Make me." His grin infuriates me and with a look to Max, I snap my fingers. Max takes this as his cue and the sound of Juden’s pinky finger breaking and his screams of agon bring a sort of twisted satisfaction to me. This bastard deserves it.
"Tell me!” I continue leaning back into my chair and relaxing while watching pain flicker in Juden’s eyes, eyes that glare at me with such hatred that I wonder if this is the true feelings of the man I called my Uncle.
"Fuck You!" He snarls back and I snap my fingers again as my answer. Max breaks another one of Juden’s fingers and Juden releases another agonizing scream. Growing up in the Slums I grew used to violence and bone breaking. This is nothing from what I witnessed. His screams are nothing compared to those that betrayed the Slum Lords.
"You have two thumbs, six fingers, and ten toes.” Listing off the extremities, I watch Juden’s face pale another level. He is scared. Good.
“If I have to ask again, not only will you have every finger and toe broken, but you will also have them butchered off. Now that’s a total of forty torturous moments. Refuse to answer me and you will regret it." I wait for a moment after my warning, watching Juden Trilavantas while he takes deep breaths and weigh his options. I take this time to study his chained hands and notice his two broken fingers. They were a clean break like I wanted. It will make it easier to set the bones and allow Juden to heal properly if I am satisfied with his answers.
Juden glares at me once again, his hatred making me want to shrink into the chair I sit on, but I decide against it. This is no longer the man I called Uncle. No longer the man my father called his best friend. He is a criminal.
"Fine, I'll tell you." It seems my threat worked as Juden concedes. I grin, nodding to Max and allowing him to back away from Juden. The threat still stands though. If he doesn’t tell the truth, then the torture will continue.
"Good, get started." I order.
"But to tell you I have to start the night of the Rebellion." He shrugs and I pause, not sure if I am ready to hear about that night. That was the night my parents were slaughtered. The night that changed my life. If my Maid hadn’t saved me and taken me to the Knight and his Squire, I would have been killed alongside them. Taking a deep breath, I look to Sky who gives me an encouraging nod. Knowing I have him beside me, I turn my gaze to Juden and lean back in my chair.
"Continue then."