Chapter 1

I was walking down the hall to my room when I looked death in the face. There he was King Clarkson standing in my door frame.

"Your majesty." I said and curtsied.

"I've had enough of you."

I didn't say anything.

"Come with me." He grabbed my arm and pulled me towards his office.

"You two leave." He said toward the two guards in front of his office. They didn't ask any questions and left. He threw me into his office and I fell with a loud thud. He locked his door and went behind his desk.

"What do you want with me?" I spat out

"I want you dead." It felt like those word slapped me through the face.

"Why." I said a bit quieter.

"Because you don't follow the rule and you're affecting my son."

"It not my fault he listens to me."

"It is your fault you're manipulative and you only want the crown." I was filling with rage.

"No I don't care about a title or a piece of gold on my head. I love Maxon and I will never stop." I shouted.

His eyes filled with rage. He grabbed my hands and I was tied them flat on his table. I was struggling to get out and away to Maxon. Then Clarkson pulled out a whip. All I could think about was Maxon and Marlee.

"You will bare scars for your stupidity and no one will ever love you again."

"No, No You can't, Max-." I was screaming before he stuffed a cloth in my mouth.

"I've been wanting to do this from the day that you were supposed to me eliminated." Then he brought the whip down on my hands. I would have screamed but the cloth was muffling any sound that I could make.

"How many times did your friend get struck... 15 times right. Marlee was her name. Let's see how many we can fit onto your hands." He gave me a sicking grin.

"You have no idea how much hatred I have towards you." Then he brought the whip down again. The pain was unbearable. My hands were on fire. 'Well the feeling goes both ways.' I really wish I could say it.

Then Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Down on my hands. I was screaming and cry but you couldn't hear the screams but you could see I'm crying. This probably went on for half an hour but now he stopped.

I was humming to distract myself and thinking of Maxon's eyes. There was no more room on my hands for anymore lashes. Then he silently walked behind me. I started struggling and got one hand free. I hit Clarkson, the pain was so bad in my hands but it wad worth it and then I was trying to get my other hand lose. He hit me back hard then I started to struggle with him until he picked up something I think it was a vase with flowers. I heard it smash and I was out.

I started stirring and my head was throbbing. Then clap! On my back. That when I realized my back was on fire and I could feel the blood flowing off of my back. I wonder how long I was out and how many lashes I got. This went on for a few more minutes.

He stopped. I think there was no more space on my back. He called one single guard.

"You whatever your name is take this girl and maybe color her hair or something make her unrecognizable. Drop her off on the road somewhere and leave."

"Yes your majesty."

"And if you dare tell anyone."

"I won't sir."

He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder.

"You are now officially an eighth that what you are born to be. if you contact my son or any family they will die." Clarkson said

Then everything went black again.