Chapter 11- Are we doing this?
Sam was stunned and shocked but not entirely speechless. The evil king looked at the dumb-founded girl, who now reminded him of a gold fish, the way she was staring right at him with an open and closing mouth.
"What do you mean… you can't possibly mean…" Sam started saying but was cut off.
"Oh, you and I both know I mean what you're thinking," King Harold said, smiling creepily.
Sam shuddered violently. "No, I won't…" she protested and folded her arms in a stubborn way.
"Yes you will," Harold said, taking a step towards her quickly causing Sam to back into the wall behind her.
"No, I won't!" Sam said, stamping the King's foot with own, because he was that close. "I refuse to be your… eugh… queen…"
"That's too bad," the King said, now clutching his foot in pain but still managing to be smug. "You're such a young pretty one too. Well if that's your choice… enjoy starvation…" the man turned to walk out of the room but was stopped by a slightly softer voice.
"What was I thinking?" asked Sam, looking slightly calmer and more… was it loving, towards him? "I'm such an idiot to not fall for such a handsome… young-looking… intelligent…"
King Harold, hearing her say this, was immediately drawn in by the words and made his way over to the girl, who looked up at him in adoration now. There was no way, this aggressive blonde could be so into him like she was now… could there? Her eyes looked shiny and almost brighter than before, when they were so dull and almost lifeless. The man was now standing right in front of Sam and she immediately put her arms around his neck and he pulled her closer to him.
"I don't know what made you change your mind," Harold said, smirking. "But I think I like it…"
"I was blinded before," Sam said, gently. "I didn't notice how… incredibly strong and… handsome you are."
The evil king didn't wait to hear more and his mouth was on hers before she could protest.
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"We need to save Prince Fredward, right?" asked Quentin to the crowd of villagers.
"Yeah!" they all cried in unison.
"How?" asked Carly, looking over at Quentin a little confused.
"I don't know yet," he said, giving her a small smile. "But you're right, we cannot just give up on our leader."
"Well," Carly said, looking thoughtful for the moment. "It's a pity you don't know this evil king's weakness, otherwise that would help us."
"Of course," Quentin said beaming and walked up to the girl, planting a short kiss on her mouth leaving her stunned and sort of frozen. "You are brilliant!"
"I am?" asked Carly, still in a daze and recalled what had happened. "Did you just kiss me?"
"Yeah," Quentin said, flashing her a toothy grin and then faced the crowd. "We're bringing down King Harold and all his evil dooming ways!"
There was a thunderous cheer and applause breaking out over the people of Berathibin.
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"I'm not going to live another hour Fredward," Phillip said, now lying with his head on his son's legs.
"Yes you will dad," Freddie said, but somehow knew he was wishing for the impossible to be possible.
"Listen," the man said weakly. "I should have told you about this before, but there's a small hole over in that corner…" he pointed to a very dark area of the cell.
"What?!" Freddie said loudly. "I had a way to escape out of here, and you didn't tell me?!"
"If I told you, I wouldn't have gotten to know you like I have done," Phillip said, sighing in pain.
"Oh…. Yeah…" Freddie said, now quiet.
"One last thing," Prince Phillip said weakly. "Tell your mother I will always love her…"
"Dad, you're going to live, you're going to be alive…. You're going to live to see me get married… and have your grandchildren…. You need to live!! Dad!!" Freddie protested, but could only watch as his father let death take him away.
Freddie wasted no time. He never forgot his true love was trapped in one of the rooms of the castle and had no way of escaping until he would come to her rescue. The boy picked up a sharp rock, and then found the small hole which his father had started to dig out before he had been thrown in the dungeon. He chipped away at the stone wall, and didn't pause or stop for anything. Hold on Sam, your knight in shining armor is coming for you, he thought as he continued chipping the wall.
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King Harold felt himself being pushed away by the small blonde girl, this made him grin even more than before.
"Get off me, you monster!" Sam growled bitterly and wiped her mouth in disgust. "I'd rather rot in here than marry you…" she shuddered violently at the thought.
"That can be arranged," the King said, smiling his signature creepy smile and walking out slamming the door behind him. "Oh, and don't think for a minute your precious Freddie is going to save you… he's already gone."
"What?" asked sam in a small voice and felt her heart smash into millions of tiny pieces.
"Yeah, that's right," Harold said, smirking at his own clever plan. "Your beloved Prince Fredward is now dead."
"No," whispered Sam, tears again springing to her eyes. "No! You, you… you…"
"I what?" said King Harold getting impatient now. "Shut-up, or I'll send Bob and Fletch to… speed up the process of your…. Tragic ending…" he laughed a cackling laugh and then disappeared.
"Freddie," Sam sobbed quietly. "My poor Freddie."
***
"Give us back our leader," the crowd chanted as they walked up to the castle doors. "Give us back our freedom, give us back our land, give us back our King!"
King Harold heard this and ran to one of the windows and saw the whole village of peasants and 'commoners' carrying lighted torches and pitchforks, looking angry and ready to storm through the castle, destroying everything in their paths. For the first time in a little while, the king was afraid. Until he summoned his guards to capture everyone they possibly could, and then throw them into the dungeons.
"Give us back our leader, give us back our freedom, give us back our land, give us back our King!" the villagers repeated over and over, shouting louder each time they said it.
"People of Berathibin," King Harold called out over the mass of people. "As useless and pathetic as you all are… flee now, or forever rot in prison. I'll give you five seconds to stop the foolishness until I send out my whole troop of guards."
There was no movement from the crowd of villagers. They stood firm, and weren't ready to back down without a fight against this evil king and his 'minions'.
"Five…" the king began counting. "Four…. Three…."
Still no person moved.
"…Two…. One…" King Harold finished counting the seconds. "Time is up."
Clapping his hands, he ordered a whole army of the castle guards to capture any villager they could.
***
"Quentin!" Carly screamed to the boy, as a guard picked her up roughly.
"Oi, guard!" Quentin yelled, getting the soldier's attention and then punching him in the face so he would let go of the terrified girl. The guard dropped Carly to the ground, and howled in pain as he felt his now broken and bleeding nose. He ran off and back inside the castle. "Coward…" Quentin muttered under his breath.
"My hero!" Carly squealed and ran to the boy, hugging him.
"Hey, you two," a rough voice said, startling the love birds. "Less making out and more fighting off these guards!"
"Right," Quentin said, pulling away from the brunette, who was about to kiss him. "Can I take a rain check?"
Carly nodded, and then saw him smile at her slowly, not noticing the guard approaching him.
"Behind you Quentin," she yelled, while spinning around with a pitch fork in her hand and knocking out two of the guards at the same time.
"Good one Carls," Quentin said smirking, as he grabbed someone's torch and lit a guards pants on fire. The guard ran off clutching his behind and screaming like a girl.
***
"Now this is entertainment," King Harold said, as he looked down upon the reining chaos below the balcony he stood upon.
"Oh you think so?" asked a young boy, standing with folded arms and a frown.
The king spun around, and noticed the boy, whom he had thrown into the dungeons. He looked ready to fight.
"How did you escape?" asked Harold, a little curious as to how he got out of the prison.
"Enough chit-chat uncle," Freddie said, bitterly and went to grab a sword from the mantle in the room.
"Who's chit-chatting? Not me," King Harold said, taking a little step backward looking kind a scared. "Let's be rational about this Fredward… you wouldn't really kill your own uncle, would you?"
"I dunno," Freddie said simply shrugging, but feeling furious. "Would you kill your own brother?"
"Touche," the king said, smirking now.
"Are we gonna fight, or what?" challenged Freddie. "or are you too afraid to lose the throne to a younger man?"
"You're just a child," his uncle said, smiling evilly and clicked his fingers. Two ravenous lions appeared, looking, well hungry and ready to devour the small boy in one whole bite. "Say hello to Bob and Fletch…"
Freddie scoffed. "Just as I thought… you're a coward…" he said, smirking smugly. "There's no way you'll fight me because you're too scared to lose."
"What?" said the king, taking a couple of threatening steps towards a fierce looking Freddie.
"Y…you heard me," Freddie said, losing a little bit of his new-found confidence while looking at the mad man. "You're a c…coward."
"No one calls King Harold a coward and get's away with it!" he shouts.
"I just did," Freddie said, a little smartly.
The now angered king picking up a sword of his own, challenged Freddie for a fight-till the death.
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