"You have to respond to a political figure when they speak to you. It's common sense." A long, ruby red cloak dragged against the grimy floor of the dungeon, following the King as he circled the battered man.
"I-I don't wish to speak." The man struggled against the chains that held him securely to the metal chair, even though he knew it was no use.
"This isn't Toadstool's land, love. You cannot opt out of talking." The King snapped irritably.
"What will make me speak, then?" The man questioned, lifting his nose into the air snootily.
The King stopped in front of his prisoner, leaning forward and slamming his hands onto the arms of the chair, "Whatever you dread, my pet."
The man leaned back with a snarl, "I dread nothing!"
"You were bred to say that, weren't you? Don't lie; I can see the fear in your face." The King narrowed his eyes as he spoke.
"I-I dread letting my Queen down! And I'll only let her down if I speak! I'll stay silent! Nothing you can do will make me talk!"
"Oh, you really want to test me then, Luigi? You'd best not!"
Bright, blue eyes glared from under the brim of the man's cap, mouth snarling underneath his full, rounded mustache, still dribbling blood from his brutal attack, "I'll take the truth to my grave. You will never, I repeat, never get ahold of my Queen's—"
"You stubborn ass!" The man's head suddenly flew back from the force of a vile slap, "You won't even share if I almost put you six feet under!? You must be very, very bold or idiotic to—"
"Please, my King, remember what you said yourself." A guard spoke up from the other side of the dungeon, rolling his eyes and huffing. "Getting angry and violent won't do anything."
"Well, I'm impatient!" The King spat at his guard, "I deserve what I want exactly when I want it! My entire life, every time I held out my hand for something, I got it! I expect that even now!"
"Sounds like you're spoiled." The man deadpanned.
"Not spoiled," The King turned to smile at him, "Princely."
**Aren't short chapters just irritating~? **
