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SPARKLE OF A NIGHT
Chapter 21. Revenge
Days later …
By late morning, Prince Phillip is in his Father's office, having a casual talk with him – he is standing next to a shelf, deep in thought, while his Father King Hubert is standing on the open doors of the terrace, looking out toward the pine fields; the light of the sun filling the room entirely, a quiet wind making an appearance there as well.
"I don't think she is interested in me, Father," Prince Phillip comments vaguely, very confused.
King Hubert looks over to him.
"Oh, Phillip! You're such a naïve boy. Of course the Princess likes you! She's just a delicate flower like every other lady," King Hubert assures him affably – his best attempt to convince his son otherwise.
"Are you really sure about that, Father? She has been indisposed. Never left her chamber during all these days, except when it was completely necessary," Phillip points out, in a serious tone – still confused.
"Well, she will make it hard to you to get her attention," King Hubert establishes teasingly - and adds dramatically - "Even your sainted Mother, may her rest in peace, did the same to me."
Prince Phillip chuckles under his breath - luckily, his Father the King doesn't notice it.
"Besides, Princess Emma did accept to marry you! The only thing that pulled her away from you were these … unexpected circumstances," King Hubert affirms, his tone changing to one of displeasure at the end of his observation. "She just needs some time to adjust."
Phillip looks at him not truly convinced – his back resting on the shelf.
The King walks over to his son and places a hand over Phillip's shoulder once at his side.
"Don't give up, my boy. After all she has lived, it will be hard to make her trust in you, but I'm sure sooner than later she will open up to you," King Hubert explains.
Philip looks to the floor – thinking deeply – but nods politely.
"Just be who you are, Phillip, and flatter her, you know, some praises here and there," King Hubert says joyfully, his tone changing to one of complicity at his suggestions – as he places his arm around his son's back now that he is standing straight.
Prince Phillip simply listens to his Father with respect.
"Now go and take the Princess on a walk and conquer the heart of your future wife," King Hubert says excitedly – to encourage his son.
Phillip hesitates for a moment, but nods politely at the end.
"… Yes, Father," Prince Phillip simply responds, and leaves the room in that instant.
King Hubert smiles triumphantly – everything's working out just how he planned.
In the meantime …
In the Kingdom of the Enchanted Forest, Princess Belle moves closer to the Queen's bed – Snow is lying on it, under the sheets, really sick.
Belle stares briefly at her and then, she turns around to the nightstand and dips a clean cloth in a container with water. Then she wrings the cloth out and places it over the Queen's face delicately.
Snow's eyes are shut the entire time.
Meanwhile …
In the secret place that offers a mountainside, two men talk effusively - the sun, the only witness of their presence in that Kingdom.
"We could sneak into the castle to do a little research first," the former Captain Liam Jones suggests to Robin Hood, his tone serious.
"Yeah, we could even investigate where those men have the Princess, it'll be risky, but the hooded men could be working on the castle to keep up appearances for now," Robin Hood adds.
"Or we can just break into the castle and take Emma to save our precious time instead of making up useless plans," a voice states a bit sarcastically - expressing bitterness.
The two men turn around to the sound of the familiar voice – Captain Killian Jones is standing just less than three meters away from them, with his hand on his waist, with self-sufficiency.
"You should stop denying the truth to yourselves, it'd be better for everyone else's sake, including hers," Killian adds clearly angry, his tone cynical.
Liam gets annoyed – It's pretty clear what he implies.
"It's only a supposition, Killian, though I accept it could fit the available facts," Liam admits.
"I'm sure of it," Killian states angrily – his face unexpresive.
"That's nothing but assumption, it is pure speculation. We have nothing to confirm it," Liam insists, as calmly as he can, taking control of his own temper.
Killian looks over to Robin Hood for some support.
"... I beg to differ, Jones, but I'm with your brother in this one. Liam is right. We have no tangible proof that King Hubert is involved in this …" Robin Hood starts, a bit conflicted.
Killian sighs exasperatedly - It can't be possible for them to be so blind when it's so clear to him!
"Maybe those men planned all by themselves, motivated by their own ambition and secured by their social position, but regardless, we need to confirm things first before we do anything," Robin Hood arguments quickly - to slightly second the Captain's assumptions.
Killian shakes his head incredulously – as he quickly starts to grow angrier to finally explode …
"Don't you see? That King planned all this! He wants Emma to marry his son! And most likely, he is behind all the attacks the Enchanted Forest has suffered during all these years!" Killian shouts exasperatedly – as he lifts and lowers his hand with despair.
"Do you have any proof of what you're saying?" Liam asks wearily - trying to reason with his younger brother.
"No, but I will. Even if I have to get the truth out of the lips of the King himself," Killian assures angrily, his voice expressing a bit of arrogance.
Liam gives him a warning look – as he moves a few steps closer to him.
"Careful, brother, you are getting into dangerous territory. Accusing a King of something like this just based on your assumptions, it will probably not bring anything good to you," says Liam worried for him, his tone very serious - holding his gaze.
Liam can see it – just as everyone else - plain as day. Killian is really convinced of what he affirms, and although perhaps he might be right, Liam is very aware of everything his younger brother has already gone through. He has to be tactful, he cannot increase the thirst for revenge that is in Killian. He doesn't want him to be involved in more trouble. He will protect him ... even from himself. The former captain can't bear the thought and the possibility of losing his younger brother if he risks himself in a sudden wave of despair.
"This makes no sense! You don't believe me!" Killian exclaims, angrily and desperately. "But you will, brother."
With that, Killian storms out of the presence of the two men - completely hurt by his brother's lack of trust in him.
Liam sighs – as Robin Hood walks over to his side.
"Don't give it importance, he is ... being stubborn," Liam declares calmly, his tone sad, expressing concern – he cannot help but feel terrible for having another fight with his brother.
Later …
Prince Phillip knocks on the door of Princess Emma's chamber.
After a minute the door finally opens.
"Princess," Phillip salutes, making a bow. "Hope you're having a pleasant morning."
"Yeah, thank you," Emma simply responds, her tone politely but still serious - with no desire to keep the conversation further.
"I didn't mean to disturb you, but I was just wondering, if you feel any better, would you like to take a walk?" Prince Philip asks hesitantly, his voice lowering at his question – as he is still in the corridor.
"Have my parents arrived yet?" Princess Emma asks impatiently and worriedly, changing the subject abruptly.
Prince Phillips simply ignores it - she probably didn't get to hear him.
"I'm afraid not, Your Highness," Phillip responds politely.
"They should be here by now, I don't know why it's taking so long for them to come for me," Emma comments, upset and confused.
The Prince smiles a little at her obvious impatience, though he doesn't blame her.
Emma looks up at him again.
"Are you sure a messenger was the best option?" Emma asks carefully, her tone kindly – her best attempt to hide her suspicion of the Prince and if he really sent the man.
"He is known to be the fastest messenger in our Kingdom, my lady," Phillip assures her, with a gentle smile.
"… It's been so many days," Emma points out disappointed.
What can she think of this when everything is so suspicious? Shouldn't they be here by now? She just wants to go home to fix this whole mess!
"I'm sure your parents will be here in no time, Princess," he reassures her.
An uncomfortable silence follows.
They look in the eye – she grows nervous at that.
"About that walk, W-would you like to come?" Prince Phillip asks amiably – referring to his first offer.
"Uh, yeah, I guess," Princess Emma says, not truly convinced – though maybe this will help her to distract her mind a little.
Prince Phillip smiles at her and offers his arm, which she accepts.
They start to walk in the hallway, arm in arm – shadows are formed on their clothes with the rays of the sun entering through the large windows on the right side, while they pass.
Emma quickly breaks the uncomfortable silence in an attempt to be kind. "May I know the very reason for this walk?"
Phillip turns his attention to her – as they pace the long corridor, the one which is filled with paintings on the left side and chandeliers in the high ceiling.
"Everyone enjoys a sunny day, Princess … and my Father thinks we should take this time together in our favor. We could get to know each other better, we are engaged after all," Phillip responds simply.
There it is. She was avoiding this conversation during all this days and it's so unbearably uncomfortable. Well, it was about time for this happen, right? The talk about this unpleasant matter, or at least it is for her ... could it mean the same for him?
Her eyes are straight ahead while she finds the courage to ask.
"And … do you agree with this?" Emma asks him nervously, her tone serious, biting her lower lip – in hopes for a miracle, for him to answer 'No' to the arranged marriage.
A brief silence follows.
"My Father knows best," Phillip simply responds.
Emma swallows hard - definitely her hopes fall to the ground with that. She should have known. There was a tiny possibility, and now it is gone.
Sure this is hard to deal with, not pleasant at all. But she just needs to relax, to stay as calm as possible. Her parents soon will come and all of this will be nothing. She just needs to keep up appearances. She can do this, right?
A pair of brown eyes interrupts her thoughts.
"What?" she asks to him, feeling uncomfortable with his deep gaze – as she looks at him; no way to avoid it.
"Nothing, it just … if you allow me, that portrait of yours, the one in your castle, it doesn't do justice to your beauty, Princess," Phillip declares politely, with a smile on his handsome face.
Princess Emma smiles uncomfortably at his compliment - why did she put herself into this?
In the afternoon …
At last, in the outskirts of the Kingdom of the North, a group of men discusses the last details of their plan – they are in the ruins of what appear to be an old castle; moss and green branches on the brick walls, tall trees and nature all around them.
"Once we're into the Castle, we need to be discreet, if they know we are there, they could get anxious and thus, we could put the Princess' life in danger and ours," Liam Jones instructs to the men in front of him, who are listening respectfully.
"I still think we are wasting our time," Killian says annoyingly – arms folded, a few meters away to Liam's right.
Everyone turns to look at him. And without hesitation, Liam walks over to his brother – he stands in front of him, holding his gaze.
"As I see it, you have only two options: You stay here with the rest fighting with your own mind and heart, or you come with us to investigate without complaining," Liam states.
He really needs to put his brother on his place for once, even if it means to talk to him like a Captain to his Lieutenant - as it used to be long ago.
A brief silence follows.
Finally, Killian admits defeat - lowering his blue gaze and looking up at his brother again.
"That's what I thought," Liam says, his tone serious - a resemblance of the Captain he was once.
Then, Liam turns around and walks over to the rest of the men, while Killian unfolds his arms to place his hands on the sides of his body.
Robin Hood approaches Killian, who is still on the same spot, looking at his brother.
"If it makes you feel better, I'm starting to think I should send some of my merry men to seek King James for help …" Robin Hood starts.
Killian looks at him.
"If it turns out you're right, and King Hubert is indeed behind all this, we probably will need more than a handful of men to rescue the Princess," Robin Hood points out, his tone serious.
"That would be helpful, Hood, but for now we have to focus on her," Killian says, turning his attention back to the rest of the men, who are still receiving instructions. "She's all that matters now. Then, we'll find a way to tell the king if its needed."
"Are you really sure there will be a tomorrow after this, Jones?" Robin Hood asks him.
Killian turns to look at him once again; a serious expression on Robin Hood's face.
"… That's a risk I'm more than willing to take for her," Killian responds, completely convinced.
Then, Killian looks at the men again – without giving a second thought to what he just said.
Indeed, Captain Killian Jones would do anything for his beloved Princess – this, probably the main concern of his brother Liam Jones.
Around sundown …
In the Kingdom of the Enchanted Forest, Queen Snow is sitting on her bed – her health state slightly better than in the morning.
"How do you feel, Your Majesty?" Princess Belle asks her kindly – as she sits down on a chair next to her bed.
"A bit better. Thank you, Belle. I'm not sure how to repay you for this," Queen Snow responds, her voice weak – as she adjusts herself on the large pillows which keep her seated.
"You don't owe me anything, I do it with all my heart," Belle assures her sincerely – as she extends her hand and places it over hers.
"Yet you should be with Rumple, attending your Kingdom's needs, I feel guilty," Snow declares ashamed, her voice still weak.
"Don't be, that's what friends are for, to share our happiness and success, but also to help when you need them the most," Belle says lovingly.
Queen Snow lowers her gaze to the blankets.
"I used to think I was stronger, but this …" Snow starts.
"Anyone in your position would feel the same way, your daughter is missing, it's not easy," Belle reassures her - a little lump in her throat as she mentions the Princess, her friend.
"I was glad when King Hubert and his son were here. You know?" Queen Snow says, looking up at her again. "They help me to distract my mind a little, but then, when they left, I couldn't help it. I started to think about it again and soon my mind was overwhelmed by those horrible thoughts."
"Emma is going to be fine, Your Majesty, don't lose hope yet," Belle insists tactfully - her hand resting on Snow's arm gently.
The Queen's eyes start to show a few tears on the corners of her eyes.
"I want to have hope, like I always do. I really want to believe my husband, or King Hubert, or just someone else will find my daughter to bring her back to me, to her Mother," Snow says, her voice still weak - her heart aching.
Belle holds her grip on her arm - as Snow dries away the tears from her eyes with her free hand.
"I want to believe she will enter through those doors and everything will be as it used to be, that I will see her happy again. It was my dream to see Emma in love with a good man," Snow points out, holding back her tears – as she refuse to get into a deep sadness once again.
"I used to think she was," Belle mentions, her tone sad, her voice almost inaudibly – as she lowers her gaze and lets go of the Queen's arm.
"What did you say?" Snow asks her, her voice barely above a whisper, completely surprised.
"Oh, nothing, Your Majesty." Belle quickly manages to say - as soon as she realizes her mistake. "It's not important."
"But you said Emma was in love? I didn't know that, when did it happened?" Snow asks her, very confused but somehow happy at the same time, her voice still weak because of her unstable health.
"Well … on her last Birthday, I think she mentioned something about a man, but I could be wrong, Your Majesty, I probably misheard her," Belle insists kindly - hiding the truth and her nerves as best she can; although Princess Emma told her everything that happened between the Lieutenant and her, she knows it was a secret; a secret that is not in her hands to reveal.
"Oh," Snow utters disappointed, lowering her gaze – she resigns to her explanation, though for some unknown reason, she keeps the information inside her heart.
Belle stands up and moves closer to the bed, offering a tender smile.
"I would have loved to see her marry a humble and brave man, you know?" Queen Snow says, her tone sad. "Someone who would do anything to protect her and save her ... like Prince Phillip."
Understanding the good impression the young man made on the Queen, and thus Snow's desires to have proceeded with the marriage between her daughter and the honorable Prince, Belle places a hand over the Queen's shoulder and stares deeply at her.
Queen Snow looks up at her.
"Do you think it would have been a really good idea, Your Majesty?" Belle asks tactfully, her tone kindly.
Next day …
In the clear light of day, Captain Killian Jones, his brother Liam along with Robin Hood and some of his merry men are about to enter in the castle in order to investigate the hooded men and the whereabouts of Princess Emma, or if she's really there, in case this was indeed all planned by King Hubert – obviously, Killian no needs confirmation about this last thing.
Probably, sneaking into the castle with the announce of midday above their heads isn't the smartest decision of all, but after thinking quite a lot on the matter – not to mention another agitated fight between the Jones' brothers - the group decides to confirm their suspicions in order to plan their next move – of course, one of them might have other plans in mind.
Dressed up in different clothes to disguise themselves as simple servants – to go undercover - the merry men enter through the kitchen, while the rest enter through the stables, where the servants are dedicated to their daily jobs.
The heart of Captain Killian Jones starts to beat fast as reality hits him – he is indeed into the castle; his Princess must be somewhere and probably in danger.
Luckily, the amount of workers in the castle – like in any other - are many, helping them to go unnoticed so far – and it better be; after all, this is just merely an investigation, isn't it?
They make their way to some empty – creepy - stone corridors in the back of the castle in the first floor – as they do their best to stay under the radar.
"We need to slip out from here, they cannot see us together, we could call the attention of the guards," Robin Hood points out, his tone serious – as he turns around to face the rest of the group.
Liam glances briefly toward Killian – as his body tenses up.
Robin Hood notices it, but says nothing about it.
"We can't be here for long, so we have to do this quick. We can't afford to be recognize," Robin Hood adds.
"Allright, we'll find what we can, any information, and then we'll see each other in the ruins," Liam agrees, not so very much pleased with the idea.
"You and you, go the other way," Robin Hood orders quickly to his merry men, pointing the opposite corridor with his finger. "You know what to do."
The merry men nod quickly and move at the same speed.
"You should take the basement corridors, Liam, I'll go with you Jones," Robin Hood quickly suggests.
Liam hesitates, glancing one more time toward Killian, who doesn't notices it – Robin hood does.
Liam nods.
"Then, let's go," Killian says hastily – no time to waste.
Thus, Killian goes and disappears - as he turns to the left to another long corridor; still in the first floor.
But before Robin Hood takes the same hallway, Liam grabs him by the sleeve of his shirt to make him stop.
Robin hood turns to him – confused.
"Don't take your eyes off Killian," Liam asks him, his tone serious, his eyes almost pleading.
Robin Hood holds his gaze – Liam is not finished yet with his petition.
"Don't let him do anything stupid that puts his life at risk," Liam adds, with a hint of fear and anxiety in his voice – letting him know he's putting his trust in him.
It is a common knowledge the fervent desires of Captain Killian Jones. He is not thinking clearly at the moment. He is impossibly more stubborn, impulsive - and not to mention - a dangerously hurt man.
Liam will never understand why did he let his brother come to investigate in the first place. Well, it's not like he really would have had another choice even if he hadn't said anything at all.
Robin Hood nods.
Meanwhile …
Princess Emma and Prince Phillip walk along the terraces of the castle – the ones which offer a wonderful sight of the extensive and beautiful gardens.
They talk about how their parents met, how neither of them can remember each other at such a young age, and they also talk of trivialities, or so it is until Prince Phillip notices the Princess is deep in her thoughts.
"Am I bothering you, Princess?" he asks kindly.
Emma is startled at that.
"What? No, no. Don't say that," she quickly manages to say – if he only knew how uncomfortable she is around him, plus, he can't blame her for having another man in her mind … and in her heart.
Ignorant of her thoughts, Phillip smiles at the encouraging answer.
"Good, because I'd really love to know more about you, Princess," he declares, with a bright smile – as they pace near the railing of the terrace.
Emma gives him a faint smile in return - more like an attempt of a smile.
Prince Phillip stares at her – studying her in the silence, while she looks toward the colorful gardens.
"You don't have to hide it, Princess, it would be better if you talk about it," he recommends.
"What do you mean?" she asks, confused.
"You are obviously thinking about those terrible moments when you were captured," Phillip points out carefully – and suggests cordially – "I think you need to take it out of your system, if you need someone to talk to …"
"Like I told your Father before, it's not that," Emma affirms, her tone gently.
Phillip remains silent, while they're still pacing the terrace - the last time they talked about it, it didn't end up well. Besides, his Father asked him not to discuss with her about this subject ... although, this could be the only way to make her open up to him.
"I have to apologize, my lady," the Prince announces.
"Why is that?" Emma asks, confused and surprised – as they stop walking.
"The last time we talk about this … I'm afraid I was insensitive to you. I'm really sorry," Phillips says sincerely – as he remembers how much she got upset with him.
Emma looks at him skeptically, but she decides not to make her stay in the castle far worst for her.
"It's allright, let's just forget it," Emma assures him, her tone more diplomatic than friendly.
Nonetheless, Phillip takes this as a progress with her.
He smiles.
"Either way, I want to let you know I will find those men," Phillip assures her, with a more serious tone – he knows she has a strong interest to hear from them.
Her attention is all for him as soon as he mentions the hooded men – he notices it and that's enough motivation to take it further, even if his Father doesn't really agree with it.
"Actually, it seems those men are heading toward the edge of the Kingdom, my Father informed me about this just yesterday," the Prince discloses. "I'll be meeting the guards there by tomorrow afternoon."
Emma is surprised by such a valuable information - Phillip is indeed going after the hooded men, but why is he telling her this? She is not longer sure, but somehow, he looks sincere in her opinion.
"I won't stop until I find them. I will make them pay for this. You have my word, Your Highness," Phillip states solemnly – looking into her hazel eyes.
Princess Emma knows she is on a red line - playing with fire – but she can't step back, not now when this could be her only chance.
She finds courage to proceed.
"And that includes …" Emma hesitates for what she will say next. "Captain Jones?"
"If I find him, then yes, my lady," Phillip vows.
Emma swallows hard - During all these days, there has been only one thought haunting her dreams at night and clouding her mind every minute awake: the idea of Killian appearingin the castle from one moment to another. And definitely, Phillip's confession only confirms her deepest fear: Her Captain is in danger; it's better if he doesn't know where she is, if he not try anything.
The Princess moves closer to a low railing of the terrace, then she seats down - her eyes looking at her hands on her lap; a desire of saying something more tempts her.
Emma sighs.
"I think you should get your facts straight before you do anything," she affirms carefully, closing her eyes.
The handsome Prince tilts his head to the right – sensing something more - and then he seats beside her.
"Would you care to help me, Your Highness?" Phillip offers kindly – confirming to the Princess he knows she is implying something else.
With that, Emma looks into his brown eyes.
"I'm afraid things are not as you've been told," she starts, hiding her anxiety and fear. "Kil … Captain Jones has never harmed me in any way, he has only rescued me during all this time."
Phillip notices the sincerity of her words and cannot help but feel utterly confused and surprised.
On her part, the Princess probably shouldn't be saying this, but the very thought of Killian in danger is too much to bear - if she really wants to do this, she has to be discreet.
His silence encourages her to continue.
"He has saved me countless times, even if I won't admit it out loud," Emma tells him, a bit sarcastically at the end of her statement, lowering her gaze - she smiles slightly at that.
Phillips notices it, but he doesn't insists on it, but asks instead. "Then how did your paths crossed?"
Emma looks at him.
"This is not the first time those hooded men try to hurt me," she reveals, her tone serious. "They tried to do the same in my kingdom once, but fortunately he was there".
Phillip notices the change in her voice at the end of her statement – her voice was a bit distant and almost nostalgic.
"He help me to escape from them and kept me safe since then," she tells him.
"I don't understand, why he didn't take you home once he got rid of those men?" Phillip asks her incredulously and confused.
"Because he couldn't!" Emma exclaims upset.
Her reaction takes him by surprise, but once again he says nothing about it.
The Princess swallows hard - as she recovers her composure; she can't allow herself this kind of displays, it could be dangerous.
"We couldn't," Emma rephrases, her voice softer this time. "Those men were following us. We couldn't communicate with my parents, or anyone and ask them for help. We didn't know what to do."
"He did the best he could to protect me, though I have to say I didn't make it easy for him at first," she says, with a ghost of a smile - as she remembers their first days with Killian.
"So if you were under his protection, how did you end up in that old cottage?" Phillip asks modestly – as he processes the information in his mind.
"It's a long story, but, you have to believe me when I say he did everything he could to try to take me home and he never skimped on anything just to make me believe everything was going to be fine," Emma affirms.
Despite his efforts, the only thing the Prince can think of is the particular way she speaks of the Captain.
"So the only thing that matters now is you know the truth about him," the Princess says. "He is not who they think he is, and he has never done the horrible things he is being blamed for."
Phillips finally speaks - keeping to himself what he has noticed so far.
"Then he is a honorable man," he states, looking into her hazel eyes. "I assure you, my lady, Captain Jones has nothing more but my full admiration and respect from this day on, and I'll make sure he receives the reward he deserves for such heroic actions towards you."
Emma smiles at him sincerely – part of the big weight on her shoulder falls; a bit of hope in her heart.
After a considerable amount of time …
The former Captain Liam Jones encounters his younger brother Killian and Robin Hood in a corridor - a corridor for service purposes only; they have investigated in the castle successfully undetected.
"Oh, thank goodness, I found you! We need to get out of here," Liam says quickly to both men, his voice expresses a mix of anxiety and relief - part of said relief is due to the presence of his brother Killian still with them.
"Yes, this is dangerous. We were about to run into a group of guards," Robin Hood mentions, his tone serious.
Killian looks between the two men, with a serious expression.
"Come with me," Liam says to both men. "I think I found a way to sneak out without getting in the way of any guard."
Robin Hood grows surprised by his talented skills.
"Not bad for a former Captain of the Royal Navy," Robin Hood grants him, his tone playfully, tilting slightly his head to the left.
Liam smiles at that, but quickly recovers his seriousness.
"I found some of your merry men. They are already on their way, but we still have to find the rest," Liam clarifies - and adds, with a more serious tone, looking at them - "There's a lot we need to talk about when we get back to the ruins."
Robin Hood nods quickly.
And to the strange surprise of Liam Jones, his younger brother doesn't say a single word, he simply follows his orders – yet, Liam takes it lightly; no time for this.
With that, they start to walk away from the corridor - their steps hurriedly, but not so much to call the attention.
Several minutes later …
The group of men commanded by Liam Jones head towards the back of the castle - through the old structure of one side thereof; dark bars and old beams up and on the sides of both walls; the light enough to keep going - when the former sailor suddenly stops.
"Wait …" Liam announces – raising his hand to make them stop.
Everyone does as he orders and they look at him – waiting.
Liam looks behind him and in all directions – his eyes looking for something; everyone grows confused and anxious.
Liam's worries grow intensely - a sigh is held in his chest, his eyes reflect his deepest fears, his voice barely above a whisper when he says ... "Where's Killian?"
…
His left hand gripping a shoulder - pulling the body and the chair towards himself. His right hand holding firmly his sword against a white throat.
"Don't move, Your Majesty, or I swear I'll slide your royal throat if you do," Captain Killian Jones orders to King Hubert, clenched theeth, extremely angry – furious.
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