A Tyrant.
She looked around breathing heavily. "Please, say I've lost them. Please!" she gasped, trying to catch her breath. Hoping, praying that she had lost Logan's men, but no sooner than her hope had lifted, they were smashed as soldier's voices came shouting out.
Mykle let out a ragged breath and took off running, far, far away from that castle that had imprisoned her.
It was hard, she'd been running for so long, her feet throbbed and her lungs were on fire, but she pushed herself forward. "I can do this. I can do this. Freedom. Freedom." Was what she chanted to herself when she felt she was about to collapse. Pushing herself to escape.
But just as she thought she might be free she ran into a wall of soldiers.
"Stop right there, Mykle." The captain commanded. "You can't get away."
Mykle spun around to run in the opposite direction, but she was blocked by more soldiers.
"Please, William." She gasped out, trying to remain calm and catch her breath. "Just let me go. He doesn't need me. Please."
William shook his head. "I have my orders. He may not need you, but he wants you. That's all that can matter to me." He nodded to the guards around him and they rushed in, enclosing Mykle.
She kicked and punched as hard as she could, but before she even knew it, someone got in, grabbing her neck squeezing and the whole world went black.
Mykle's eyes flew open, she bolted up too fast and the world swam.
"Careful." Came an all too familiar, deep voice.
Once the world stopped spinning, Mykle turned her dark green eyes to Logan's deep brown ones. "Are you harmed at all" he asked quietly.
"No." she said faintly, unable to look away from Logan's intense gaze.
He moved closer and touched her cheek, examining her face. "Good."
Then he pulled back his hand and backhanded her across the face. "I told you to never try to leave. I will always find you."
Mykle put a hand on her burning cheek and looked down at the neatly polished floor.
Logan ran his fingers through her long silvery-gold curls. "Why do you try to leave? Are you not treated well?"
Mykle said nothing and kept her eyes downcast, so Logan grabbed her chin and tilted it up. "Look at me." He commanded.
Mykle did, but remained silent.
"Why did you try to leave me?" he repeated in a low voice. Mykle knew that tone and it would only lead to pain if she didn't do as he commanded.
"Because I'm not free." She whispered.
Logan looked at her for a few moments, then he began to walk to the door. "Freedom is overrated." He said before leaving.
Mykle stared at the door. "That's what you'd expect from a tyrant." She said softly.