*THE GAME BEGINS*

Sweat trickled down her face as she tried to hit the king for the umpteenth time but only ended up with hitting her self against the wall.

"So weak." He shook his head and she sighed in frustration.

"If you could just stay and let me hit you then I wouldn't be so clumsy now would i?." She replied in pure spite.

This king was getting on her nerves.

"Not happening." He chuckled and she rolled her eyes.

"Why did you beat that maid up?." Questioned the king as he bent down to examine the maid's wounds. It was a little bit serious.

"Nothing."

"You know you can get thrown into the dungeon for this right?." He stood up and stared at her who had her head down at first but was quickly lifted up on the mention of the dungeon.

"Please no underground cells,I-i will tell you why." She took a deep breath"She had called my mother a slut and I didn't like that."

"And is your mother a slut?."

"No."

"So why do you care?." He questioned and she kept quiet. That was a good question.

Why did she care?

That question really never crossed her mind.

Maybe she had to stop looking at the surface and stare deep within.

Stretching her hands a little, she scowled at the fact that they were restricted by the chains that made stretching any further a dream.

Why was she even still wearing them?

It was not like she'd run away. It was only when she fulfilled her mission that she would do that.

"You seem to be in a better condition than other slaves I had encountered." She turned and saw the king lying majestically on the bed, his eyes watching her curiously.

When the hell did he get there?.

And why did he look so good?.

Stupid creatures and their beauty.

"Let's just say that it takes a lot to break me." She responded casually and rubbed the back of her hand on her pototoe sack of a cloth.

"That's not what I meant. From your eyes I can already see that you are broken, you are so broken that that there's only a single strand of hope that's pushing you." Each word he said struck her hard until an expression of disbelief registered on her face.

"Who are you?." She whispered as she watched him stand up and walk towards her, his eyes never leaving hers.

"I am someone you shouldn't mess with so I oblige that you will mend your disrespectful behaviour. Hmm?." He whispered back seriously and she gulped softly.

She couldn't kill this king easily. Even thinking about killing him made her feel like he already knew her plan.

"Now, show me your worth." He stepped back a little and she let out a breath she didn't know she was holding.

What did he mean worth?.

"I don't have useless people around me if you've noticed so you have to have a special talent or I'll dispose of you." A devilish glint danced around his eyes and she took a step backwards.

When he said dispose, did he mean-

"I'll wipe you out of existence."

She frowned at his statement, the message sinking in slowly. She didn't have a special talent in her opinion but people said she had a beautiful voice so maybe she could use that?.

She calmed herself and sang softly, the song her mother use to sing to her and her sister when they were young. She didn't know when she closed her eyes and she felt the wind whip passed her face, a cold surface touching her face delicately as the song finished, everything she felt came to a halt.

Opening her eyes, she saw the king whose eyes were widened in surprised and slightly doubtful but he didn't say anything until she cleared her throat.

"Was that enough?." She smiled a little.

"Your voice is the most horrible thing I've encountered since my existence." He straight up threw the insult at her face and her smile took a 180 degree turn.

"I truly have no words to describe it." He continued as she quietly fumed in anger.

"When you're done showing me the horrors you brought with yourself you can take a seat on the floor and feel at home." She glared at him more angrily and he smirked at her.

This freiking king was so going to die by her hands!.

Argh!!.

"Come on." He put a single finger on her back and pokedd her but she literally flew to the other side of the room and landed harshly on the floor.

"Oops! My hand must have slipped." He waltz calmly to her and stretched out his handas he chuckled at her expression that looked like she was seeing a million of him.

"You have some serious issues king." She took his hand but must have forgotten about her ankle which she put her whole weight on and screamed at the pain that shot through her body.

Hell was that painful!.

"What happened to your leg?." He looked at it and saw that it was Redding.

"My ex master made me jump out of a carriage and starved me to death." She hissed and tried to balance on the other leg.

"You may have to cut the leg." The king examined it seriously and she immediately denied.

"No way am I doing that in a million years." She stared at the king in defence who looked like a doctor telling his patient an inevitable result.

"It was a good leg." He sniffed sadly and she moved away from him.

"You are crazy."

"You all are crazy!"

What did she expect? If the king was crazy then his followers will be mini copies of him. Pity full.

"Be careful." He warned as she continued moving away from him and just as he predicted, she slipped on her chains and came crashing down to the ground.

She closed her eyes tightly, expecting the hard floor coming in contact with her body but when she opened it, her eyes met with a pair of golden ones that gave her a knowing gaze.

"I said, be careful." His face was breathtaking up close and his scent invaded her nose like a wash of spring water.

"Let me go you creep!." She struggled out of his arms and he gladly let her go, making her land on the floor with her butt.

He laughed loudly and paused for a second before his face became serious as though hearing something"I'll be going out now and I have just one rule for you. Do not touch anything."

She nodded sternly and he stared at her doubtfully but nevertheless still left.

"And the king left the slave all alone in his room." She laughed madly, her eyes taking in the beautiful room that she was going to burn down.

"And the game begins." She picked up a table knife from the table and climbed the couch, using that as a leverage to climb the wall.

She was thankful the wall had steps kept probably for the purpose of design.

Bethany hummed as she adjusted the knife above the door and chuckled darkly when she was done.

Now all she had to do was wait for the king to enter the room and the knife will fall straight on him.