A/N: so first chapter super short SORRY. This one's longer promise
Chapter 2
Murtaghs POV
Murtagh was bored. He was frustrated and hopeless sure but ultimately bored. He had given up even thinking about escaping and Galbatorix had lost interest in him. In the beginning Galbatorix had enjoyed him, slowly breaking his spirit. Then Thorn had hatched and Galbatorix had beat Murtagh physically and mentally to point where submission was the only way out. He then turned his sights on Thorn a harder task but made faster by Murtagh's distress. Slowly he had cracked them both. He then set about using them, making them figure heads to the might of his empire. And now he simply ignored them treating them like needed pests. He would give them an eldunari every now and again and make them train with the soldiers every day. But that was all. Galbatorixe's only care was that Murtagh and Thorn should be better than Eragon and Saphira.
Murtagh had been called upon again for one of the royal ceremonies. New prisoners were taught to submit to Galbatorix and the empire in these blood curdling hearings. Murtagh leaned his head against a pillar in the royal chamber his eyes glazing over. Thorn's mind surrounded Murtagh's and drowned out the human thoughts. Murtagh hated the hearings but they were compulsory to all in Galbatorixes court. To keep us in check Murtagh thought. Galbatorixes voice echoed in the large hall but Murtagh was far away. Thorns calm thoughts and shallow breathing all he was aware of any longer.
Nasuadas POV
Nasuada winced at the sawing pain in her body. It was everywhere, eating at her brain and limbs like white noise. A rough hand was placed on her necked. She twitched her head away sending out more tendrils pain. But the hand was firm and pulled at her neck. She sucked in air quickly as the pain tripled in her neck. Slowly she reached her hand up to protect her aching neck, when the water hit her. Her opened eyes quickly, she was breathing fast and shivering. She jerked herself up ignoring the pain and taking in her surroundings. She was in a dark cold chamber. A man in Galbatorix's red overalls leered down at her. A mask of defiance quickly replaced her dishelved features. "Tha's right. Wakey wakey swee'heart," leered the man. He grabbed her arm and pulled her roughly to her feet. Her limbs moaned to be lay back down but her pride wouldn't let her. "They're wai'in for ya" he said pushing her to the heavy doors.
The doors opened as if on cue to a brightly lit crimson chamber. The chatter died. Richly dressed people glared at her distastefully from either side of the room. In the middle off the room sat the one man she hated, Galbatorix. He looked upon her hungrily like she were a well cooked dish. Her look of defiance slipped into one of pure hate as she met his cold black eyes.
A soldier to her left twisted her arms behind her and pushed her forward. She stumbled a bit from her screaming legs and arms but kept her head up and her eyes trained on Galbatorix's. Her walk was slow and dignified as the soldier pushed her onwards.
Murtagh finds out about Nasuada next time #exciting!