She watched as the young man was thrown into the large, dull room, he looked barely man. She wasn't sure who he was yet but he didn't look like he wanted to be there. The twins came up behind him and spoke but she didn't hear them she was staring intently at the man. He had slightly tanned looking skin and almost midnight black hair, then he looked up, his eyes were astonishingly dark brown, he was staring right at her. Keira was mesmerised she couldn't look away, she knew he couldn't see her, she was hidden but his look was intense.
"You will serve me from now on." stated the King in his monotone voice.
"I will not", said the stranger in a defiant tone. Keira thought she recognised the voice but before she could name it, it slipped from her memory. One of the twins muttered something and he screamed in pain, "You should show more respect especially when his highness is showing such kindness and mercy.", sneered the other. Keira winced at this, the king obviously wanted something from this man. "How is this kindness? You attack our group and kill everyone then drag me here and tell me I am to serve him" he shouted glaring at King Galbatorix.
He now had the full attention of the King, she could tell by his voice that there was a small twisted smile, playing on the King's lips. "Well, well, we are feisty aren't we. Unfortunately for you, you will be staying her from now on as my new rider and you will obey my orders." Realisation hit Keira, she knew who this man was, he was the second rider, the new friend of Eragon and the son of Morzan.
"Keira, go and sort his new room, downstairs." She jumped, hoping the King had not noticed her presence as she had sneaked behind the wall hanging and his throne before anyone had entered the room. The twins, now noticing her, gave her an unwelcoming look as she strode across the large room, refusing to answer. She would have no choice but to sort the room, but she would not give him the satisfaction of a respectful answer, especially as she knew that she only had to get a fire going, and the real reason for her new job was to get her out the room. Keira didn't need to be in there to know what was going on, the new rider was probably being forced to repeat an oath in the ancient language to bind him and his dragon to the King for as long as he requires his services.
The room Keira chose wasn't too grand, although none of the rooms downstairs were fitted elegantly, they had the bare essentials, a bed, wardrobe and some had a desk, but they did all have a wash area. She chose a well sized room, that had a desk and a working window, like everywhere else in the palace it was a dark, brown room that seemed to lack much light. She set about building the fire, wondering how the rider would react when he realised he would not be staying with his dragon. For that is what the emphasis on, "downstairs" was for, none of the rooms downstairs were large enough to fit a dragon in, let alone equipped with a sleeping area for one. Keira finished with the fire as she heard footsteps, knowing it was probably the twins escorting the rider to his chambers, she scrambled to her feet, not wanting to be near the traitors for too long. She despised the twins, for not only betraying the varden, whom she had never had the chance to meet, and joining the King, but she also resented their nature. They were cruel and enjoyed the pain of others, she couldn't stand them.
She met them at the door, along with the angry looking rider whose name was Murtagh, she assumed he wasn't happy about being taken away from his dragon as well as being stuck here. She gave a quick courtesy not knowing what this man was like and left the room. "Keira" one of the twins called with a smirk planted on his face, "The King wishes to speak with you, now".
"Thank you" came her simple reply as she changed direction and walked briskly passed the three.
The hallway was dark, damp and filled with cold. The torches that were lit, were few and did not give much heat to the people filled with dread as they crept along the corridor which lead to the main room. As many knew, people who were called, always had reason to fear. Keira soon reached the large, oak double doors and glared defiantly at the two guards stood at either side. One was new, a young boy of merely eighteen, who had been given the luck and grace to be saved from the battles many others his age faced. This young man named, Andrew, was secretly against the King and had frequently helped Keira in the past without anyone's knowledge.
The other was an older man in his late forties who was a true believer in the King and hated Keira with a vengeance as she constantly disobeyed and bent the rules. This guard thought she should have been dead already, but to kill her was forbidden and this served only to deepen his hate for this young woman. He scowled at her and knocked his menacing mace against the cold, hard floor twice. "Enter", came the reply from within.
I know its quite short, but its my first entry and I'm hoping you'll stick with it. Please review, any criticisms will be appreciated.
I'm not entirely sure where I'm going or how fast, so if anyone has any suggestions, please tell.