Northern_Lights_2017

64 “Purpose?” he wondered, his confusion evident at my sudden change in tone. “Yeah, I committed treason. Shouldn’t your father be calling for my head? I highly suspect he would not take kindly to you being down here,” I rambled “’cause as much fun as this is, I’d rather just get it over with.” The words made me frown. I wasn’t planning on dying; I should just tell him the truth. I opened my mouth to try again but he cut me off. “Actually, you’re not going to die,” he stated, looking smug. “What?” The truth was dying on my tongue at his words. “Why? I tried to kill the Crowned Prince.” “Well, as the Crowned Prince, as you so eloquently put it, I managed to convince my father to spare your life.” “So I’m free to go?” It was too easy, but I was hopeful all the same. Was it possible that I could leave and never look back. I couldn’t stay in Triveil, the threat still hanging over me. “No,” was his instant reply, “you’re going to become my servant.” “No,” was my reply, just as instant as his was. He frowned. “Excuse me?” The shock that someone would contradict him was written clearly on his face. “No,” I repeated, “I’d rather you just kill me. I won’t trade one prison for another.” I was referring to my own palace but he seemed to think I was thinking of the cell I was currently sitting in. “You don’t have a say in the matter,” he stated. “You are to become my servant. A guard will be down later to escort you to your new room.” And then he pounded once on the door. It opened and he slipped out, leaving me to wait for the guard he said would come.