The End For Dobson

"Sire, I think that you....you have me confused with someone else"

"Oohhh....yes it must be a mistake from my side. I must have been the one that made the mistake of talking to the wrong guy. You're such an upstanding gentleman of society. Would you be able to forgive me?"

"Not a problem at all, Sire. Now, if that's all"

He stands up and turns around, heading for the door but the King grabs his wrist and starts to squeeze it tight. Lord Dobson quickly falls to his knees as the pain is unbearable. The King keeps on squeezing until he can hear the bone crack.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!"

"TELL ME, Lord Dobson do you think that Lady Winters enjoyed it when you showed her how manly you can be???"

"Please, please!!!! Sire!!! Stop!!!"

"Did you stop when Lady Winters asked you to stop, Dobson??"

The King squeezes more and then he hears a snap. He let go of his wrist. The King then bends down to Lord Dobson.

"AAAAAAAHHHHH!!!! HELP!!!"

"The great, Lord Dobson, asking for help?? Don't you remember at the gladiator show how you were so in control when you took Lady Winters hand and smiled with full confidence at her...knowing very well, she can't do anything to get you away from her?"

The King pull back and hit him full force with his fist in his face. When he pulls back, Lord Dobson's nose gushes blood on the floor. Lord Dobson grabs his nose in pain.

"Fuck! I think you broke my nose!!"

The King stands up and pulls Lord Dobson up by his broken wrist and pushes him against the wall. Dobson cries out in pain.

"I think that you need to keep some things in your pants and stop forcing yourself on ladies, don't you think so, Dobson?"

"Sire, I beg you, I...I never wanted to hurt her..."

"Ooohhhh, you didn't mean for her to get hurt, I'm sorry. How stupid of me!!?? Let's fix your problem, shall we??"

Dobson tries to get away but the King is very strong. He lifts his knee and hit him full force in the stomach. Dobson falls down in pain, crying, and moaning.

"Do you think you understand now the importance of listening to a Lady when she speaks??"

"Please, please Sire!!! It wasn't my idea!! I beg you, it's wasn't my idea!! She made an offer I couldn't resist!!"

"What are you talking about?? Who??"

The King bends down again to his level. He grabs him by his collar and pulls his arm back for another beating.

"Who?? Who made you an offer??"

Lord Dobson throws his hand up in surrender. "The princess..."

The King throws him on the ground and staggers backward into his chair. Everything he thought knew about the princess means nothing at this moment. He knew she didn't care but this is pure evil. The King stands up again and pulls Lord Dobson to his feet.

"Tell me everything!!"

"I don't know much, I swear! All I know is that she...she offered me a few lands in exchange for shaking her up.....Lady Winters a little bit...that's it, I promise, Sire"

The King can't believe what he is hearing. He can't believe how far she is willing to take it. He hit Lord Dobson one more time in the stomach.

"You listen to me you worthless piece of a man. You are to leave the country of Monaco and never to return. Do you understand me?"

"But...but, Sire my lands, my livelihood-"

The King punch him one more time in the face. He falls on the ground completely broken.

"You should have thought about your livelihood when you decided to be lesser than a man. You aren't the worth the ground you walk on. You are lower than the servants that work for you. I degree that henceforth you are to be stripped from your Lordship. Now understand that I and Lady Winters don't ever want to see your disgusting face again and if you so much as breath a word about this to the princess, you most certainly die. I've shown you mercy today, don't test my goodness. Good day, Dobson"

Then the King leaves the compartment and two of the Kingsmen, see to it that Dobson is doing what he was told to do.

LADY WINTER'S POV

You sit on what looks like a table. There aren't many places to sit, in an art gallery but you don't care. All you can think about is, how are you going to get out of the situation with Lord Dobson. You feel completely drained and you don't have any hope left. You know you must do what the princess requires of you but facing Lord Dobson one more time, will surely kill you.

(God...I need you, my King. Now more than ever...)

Someone opens the door of the gallery and your heart starts to race. You hide behind the first pilar you can find. You hold your breath hoping that it's not Lord Dobson looking for you.

"Hello? Lady Winters?" You hear Anabel's voice. You take a deep breath and wipe away your tears.

"Are you here?"

"I'm over here"

You stand in front of a painting, acting as if you're admiring its beauty.

"There you are! I've been looking for you all over. Why did you come here? Weren't you suppose to entertain Lord Dobson?"

"The King wanted an audience with Lord Dobson, so I slipped in here. I just needed a break"

"Oh, Okay. Well, the princess is looking for you, let's go..."