Preface
"My dear lady Melide, I hope you know that what you have committed is treason. However, if you admit to it, the sword that dangles so delicately above your neck shall come down gently."
I pushed myself further against the soft chair, my eyes closed. I was getting tired of this, and my mind was wearied by the countless and pointless questions imposed on me. Gritting my teeth, I growled,
"I assure you that I did not try to kill the king."
Duke Cladian smiled politely, as if we were having a nice tea conversation. He stood up, towering over me with his stately posture and tall height. His voice was pleasant as he said,
"I'm afraid all evidences are against you, dear Countess; although I would wish it was so, your honorable word cannot prove to justify your innocence."
He stooped down as if to kiss my hand. My eyes fluttered open to behold his wavy locks tumbling down his head as he lowered it to my hand. I snatched my arm away from him, a bitter insult to his false manners. I hissed,
"I do not wish your poisonous lips to touch me!"
I could see him tense, but it was soon gone. He stood up, his gray eyes boring into my black ones. Finally, after a long moment of edgy silence, Cladian bowed lowly, as if I was still in a respectable position.
"Farewell, Lady Melide."
He solemnly strode to the door, and swung open the heavy chamber entrance. The wooden doors shut with a loud thud, leaving my chambers feeling more like the prison that it served as.
I almost, almost found myself wishing cladian was back into the room again.