The pointed blade is under your chin, forcing your gaze up.
Into the eyes of your enemy.
If you weren’t at such a horrible disadvantage,
you’d think they were the most beautiful
green eyes you’ve ever seen.
You feel too exposed and vulnerable.
The shockwave of his stare rolls through you.
His expression is dark and full of disdain.
“Who are you?” you ask again.
“The one who decides your fate.”
He lowers the blade, casually inspecting the scrolled engravings.
You release your breath.
You realize it’s your blade.
“You’re now a prisoner here.”
“Really? I thought I was here to perform party tricks,” you say sarcastically.
The corner of his lip twitches.
“And what do you want with a nobody like me? Is that my blade?”
“You have many questions for someone in no position to ask them.”
He stares at it. “Where did you get this weapon?”
You glance away, saying nothing as
you were taught in your training, which is barely kicking in.
“Tell me everything you know, and no harm will come to you.”
Lies.
“Do you know the hidden passageways to enter the Great City?”
“I’d rather die than betray my people.”
He leans into your ear and whispers hotly, “Not tonight, you won’t.”
He storms out but issues a command to his guards.
“Take her to my chambers.”
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