6. Dungeon

Arriving at the building made of black sandstone, the knights immediately bowed after glimpsing at his face.

Without a word, he entered, walking down the steps. His red eyes shining like the ones of a predator, the first time he felt excitement, if a few corpses and little animals didn't faze her, torture that let even the most gruesome man piss himself, surly would.

Her loud chewing disrupted his thoughts.

He himself knew he was not normal, but he had the premonition she wasn't either. Hopefully, her appetite would be ruined.

He strolled to the cells of imprisoned people imprisoned who had long lost their will to live. A few new ones were screaming and crying.

Ignoring them, he motioned for the guard to open a cell. 

Inside was the prince of an enemy country, which he had yet to conquer. He let him simmer in this cell for a few months, and now, with his little audience, he was ready to be cooked.

He entered, and seeing her not following, he smiled, sure of having already won.

"Come here." He commanded.

She followed and took a seat on the floor, leaning against the prison bars and still nibbling on the meat, her yellow eyes flashing in the dark.

The prince of the enemy country was already terrified by the two predatory eyes staring at him, but he would never disclose his country's secrets.

"I won't talk." He said stubbornly.

Norian was elated,

"Good." That was precisely what he wanted.

He used his powers to break the Prince's toes and the bones of his feet, slowly working himself up to the shins.

However, no matter the cries, the blood, the smells showing the other shitting himself - the chewing in his ear never decreased.

Infuriated, he turned around and looked at the little girl.

"Aren't you scared?" He asked in exasperation.

"Na, why should I?" She answered with her mouth full.

He didn't want to hear the 'why' word ever again in his life.

"Aren't you disgusted?" He tried again, ignoring the prince and blacking out from pain.

"I am." She nodded earnestly.

"Then, how are you still EATING??" He roared, waking the prince back up, and the guard kneeled.

"Hungry." She didn't even flinch.

Norian wasn't interested in staying here a second longer and went back up.

This time, nothing followed him, and he couldn't be more thankful for finally having peace and quiet.

The guard slowly rose, but without any order, he could neither escort the girl, who had suspiciously similar hair color to his Majesty, out of the prison, nor could he detain her.

He just stepped back and let her eat in the cell with the enemy prince.

The enemy's prince was drenched with cold sweat. Seeing the child still here, he asked,

"Who are you?" 

"Miri." She answered, staring at him unblinkingly. The broken man had the same hair color as Pete. Blonde was often seen, but the shades of blonde were really alike. She liked that color.

"Who…" He winced at the pain flowing through him, 

"Who are you to the king?"

"Wife." She answered.

"What a monster." Not even stopping on marrying children.

"It's okay." She nodded again.

The rabbit was already eaten, so she licked on her shirt for the residue taste.

"It's not good to do that; you could get sick." The prince said.

Miri looked up at him with shining eyes. Pete said that too. This prince must be a good person.

She nodded at him and left the dungeon. The servants had already tried to clean up the cut-down trees, but with how many were lying on the ground, it would take a longer while.

She was ignored by everyone as she broke branches. The word of the bastard tyrant's bastard had already spread. And the fact that she was walking around alive spoke for itself. No matter how disheveled she looked, apparently his Majesty gifted her with continuing her life.

Miri broke a few branches and stripped her pants off. The shirt was long enough to reach her shins, so she wasn't running around naked.

She ripped the pants apart and used the stripes to tie the branches together, making a makeshift stretcher. With it, she intended to go back to the dungeons, but the guards stood in her way.

She just froze them and went downstairs, the ones downstairs too, she just froze everyone on the way.

Entering the cell, she took the prince's arm and lunged him onto the stretcher with ease. The other immediately fainted again from the pain.

Then she towed the stretcher behind her, leaving the prison unhindered.

Every time someone wanted to intercept her freeing a prisoner, she just froze them.

Norian was trying to sleep, but he was too vexed for that. Besides, he started to worry about what she would do next in his castle. Worry -something entirely new to him, too.

It hadn't even been ten hours since she arrived, but she already managed to let him experience a whole new palette of feelings. 

He had to kill her as soon as possible, even if she elevated his emotions - while only aggravating, no one could control him.