It was a long march to the palace...and I can tell these guards are angry...very angry
Because this is not a polite way to treat a criminal master mind... hand tied on a thick rope pulled by a horse...
Well finally we got to our destination...
It's been so long since I last saw the palace... I remember how Uncle Cedric would teach me how to use the bow and arrow. Then we'll play hide and seek... those childish memory really stings me... because now I've betrayed his trust once again!
In all it's glory and majesty...
Now I see where Cannery gets her beauty and aura from...this king is one of the kind,the rarest one
"I didn't bring you here to stare at me Xander! He still calls me by our little nicknames
"Uncle Cedric... I'm sorry... you just look beautiful than I remember!" I had to pull a joke... maybe it will easen my sentence
"Making jokes won't ease your sentence...!" He caught me... but then again he's really good at crawling up my skin
" I had no intention of that Uncle!" I smiled at him...
" Enough with the informalities.... I'm your King and you don't get to talk back at me Xander!!!"
Talk about aura he sure has lots of it...not just me but the guards as well were so intimidated....but regardless of this raging voice...he still uses my nickname!...
"Where is my daughter? Why did you do it? I can imagine you trying to crawl up to my skin and bite me when I'm not looking but then again I want to hear it from you....the truth and nothing else Xander.... don't test my patience!"
His eyes were pleading,and I did feel pain for hurting him like this. But I did it for my princess...is that too much...
"I can see you're hesitating...well...go have a rethink in the gladiator room...!" Harsh... but I'll take it
The gladiator room is not a very good place to be...weapons of torture are quite frightening.
You'll have no choice but to spill the bean at the sight of these weapons.
Flung to the ground... I heard an approaching step..
It better not be who I think it is
"Uhm... I was told to bring you food!" Food...in a gladiator room..?
"If I may ask....who sent you?" I had to ask..if it's her I'll definitely send it back. Or maybe she hasn't figured it out yet.
"The king!" That's definitely surprising for someone who wants the truth out of me
"Did he whisper anything?" If it remember correctly... he's always muttering something to himself,a bit loud but who dares to talk about it
"Hum...he...!" She's scared and I know
"I won't tell...!"
"He said he doesn't like that way you're looking slim. And that he's going to punish the guards for interrupting your cooking before the arrest!" I want to laugh out my initial fear.... he's a lover of good food...how can I forget that detail
Regardless of any chaos, problem or tension...food comes first.
"Send my thanks to him! And thank you!"
She looks young to be a maid... but it's actually voluntary...he doesn't allow slave trade or maid problems. Most people work here rather willing and receive a good pay of course .
Palace maid are considered hand women of the royal... not all but some at least.
Scratch that... let's enjoy this good food
Thank you Uncle!!!