Crimson triquetra
Chapter 34

It didn't take long and soon the door to the prison cell was being slammed open and the King himself has never looked so enraged. There were knights behind him, but I'm pretty sure that this was a matter he was going to deal with himself. When I saw the servant boy I had asked for a loaf of bread my breath got caught in my throat. He was probably the one who'd locked me in and I shortly played with the thought that having the dungeon not be guarded was a trick. The King's aura was threatening and powerful as his dark silhouette, created from the lit torches in the hallway, starts slowly taking steps downwards towards us. I let go of Andre who tried to hold me back and get up to speak with the King. My whole body was trembling.

Maybe I can call him? It may just be our last hope. "Your highness?" He doesn't answer, but I see something flashing in his hand. It's a dagger. My heart is pounding so quickly that I feel nauseous.

"Let's talk about this, alright?" I hold my hands out flat to signalize my willingness.

He's on the last step and only about 3 feet away from me. "Sure." The king spits. "Let's talk", he says before he turns his dagger quickly and rams the back end of it against my temple with momentum, pushing me to the side and leaving me crumbling to the floor in pain.

"YOU MOTHERFUCKER!" Andre shouts yanking at his chains loudly.

My world is spinning and the pain pulsating in my head is excruciating. I try not to scream at the pain but it comes out as an 'aargh' sound instead. I can feel something warm dripping down the side of my head, as I try to sit up. The King looks down on me and I finally see his eyes. It gives me a short flashback to the first time I saw them. All I saw was hate once again.

"If you lay another hand on her I swear to god I'll make you pay." Andre threatens, his face turning red from anger, but the King is unfazed. He stares down at me darkly as I see him in double vision trying to calm my breathing. "You ready to talk?!" He shouts at me, turning and walking towards Andre.

"S-Stop." I whimper at the pain shooting through my head once more.

He picks up Andre off the ground by his collar and aggressively pushes him against the stone wall behind him, leaning into him and holding the dagger to his throat. Andre didn't stand a chance, although he was fairly well built the King would outmatch him any day in width and size, not to forget that Andre is wounded badly.

"I won't be asking twice." The King threatens me, pushing the tip of the knife into Andres's throat, who'd now turned silent, but who was still visibly shooting daggers at the King with his eyes.

"WHO. ARE YOU?" Tears are running down my face as they mix in with my blood. My head feels like it's exploding.

"The princess," I whisper.

"What?!" The King looks at me like he's about to lose it.

"I'm the princess of Serbia!" I shout at him as his eyes widen and I grip my hurting head quickly. My hand was now covered in blood.

"You're-? That's bullshit! Why would the King of Serbia send you here?!"

"Because he believes in the bond." Another wave of pain surges through my head and I cower together shouting in pain.

"Aurora!" Andre shouts while trying to loosen himself from Alexander's grip in vain.

"So you're telling me you came into your enemy's territory, even as you knew that I'm the damn King?"

"Yes! Like you said I believed in the bond too! Please leave him alone." I beg as I try to keep my vision from going blurry,

The King looks at me, then at my brother, and then back at me again. "That depends, Aurora-if that's even your fucking name". He takes the dagger off of Andres's neck and quickly wipes the sweat off his forehead, before placing it back on my brother's windpipe.

I look at him pleadingly, "Are there any more secrets?! And don't you DARE lie to me again!"

"No!" I cry out. "My name is Aurora, Princess of Serbia, but everything else I've told you is true. I'm begging you, if you're mad at me, let it out on me and not on him!" I croak the best I can try to press down on my wound.

"No, shut up!" Andre yells at me, who's turned pale from standing up for so long with his body this wounded.

"What kind of sick game is this?!" The King shouts at no one specifically, almost smiling.

He then drops Andre and heads to the door. I exchange eye contact with my brother quickly as we both don't know what's to come now.

"You there." The King points at a pair of knights. "Lock her up." That is all I hear before he leaves my view, and probably the dungeon. I try to scoot over to Andre wide-eyed as the two knights come into the cell to bring me somewhere else. He's saying something to me with fear in his eyes but I don't hear it. Everything turns into a long peeping noise as I try to reach my brother before being torn away roughly by four sets of strong arms. I struggle against them but Andre turns smaller and smaller as they drag me up the stairs. I clamp my eyes shut as my headaches turn too weak to fight back.