Fleetfoot groaned involuntarily as a large slop of beer slapped his face. The rope was still around his neck, but the leash seemed to have been slashed by a sword. This instilled the momentary hope that Bluejay had arrived. His hopes were dashed as he listened to what was going on.
"YOU IDIOT! HOW DARE YOU WASTE MY BEER ON THAT PAWN?" and thus spoke the Adderhead, harsh and clear through the throne room. He was addressing a short man with a long-sleeved white shirt and nasty smile which disappeared in moments.
"I was waking the filth up. Couldn't have him all unconscious while discussed his fateful plans for the future, can we?"
Fleetfoot rubbed the abrasions on his neck and winced. His hands had been untied, so he stood up and proud as ever smoothed his unwashed hair.
"Basta! Why didn't you kick him or something instead? Get away from him and eat, you fool! FIREFOX! Grab that boy and tie him up. We've got some talking to do. Sootbird, take the kids to the dungeons and lock 'em up. You!" he pointed at a few of the maidservants who stood lined up beside his chair. "Take that girl and clean her up. I want a son and she'll make a fine wife. Quite beautiful, actually…"
Corey looked alarmed as the maidservants moved towards her. "I don't think so!" she said loudly and backed away. The Adderhead laughed.
"Flatnose, give the ladies a hand!"
A man behind the Silver Prince stood up and smiled. He turned to grab Corey. Fleetfoot, finally catching on jumped up. This Firefox man was just about to take his arm when he hopped away, quickly as usual and slid beneath the table, right past the prince, himself! Firefox hurdled the table all together (bringing a few plates with him) to land on top of Fleetfoot who had stopped for a split second to rub his neck in pain. But before Firefox could do damage, Fleetfoot punched out, not minding where he hit and slipped out of grip.
"Corky!" He yelled this without thought and leapt onto the back of Flatnose. He hooked his feet together as he slid back down, his long legs dragging the flailing Flatnose with him. "RUN!" screamed Fleetfoot.
Not one guard was alert enough to catch the girl who sprinted out the doors with only the whiff of lavender and a whip of black hair to remember her by. Fleetfoot recollected himself now and noticed that an angry Flatnose, Firefox, and Adderhead were all standing up and prowling towards him.
"Whip him! Just don't kill him… we need that scrawny little bastard," directed the Adderhead who looked down at him with a good bit of hate. "You lost me the prettiest bride I've seen in months. Think you're clever, do you? We'll see how clever you are when you're smacked around so much that you can't remember your name. Your master will be joining you soon though. Hear that, Basta? Firefox? No killing! Not yet anyways…"
The Adderhead turned and left the room, followed by the maidservants and an old lady who to Fleetfoot looked like she was decomposing already. She was smiling wickedly and saying, "Will I get to brew a poison for that little brat?"
His stomach flopped as he look up at Basta, Firefox, and Flatnose… all looking down at him. "Adderhead unfortunately likes it better when the torture prisoners and bright and cheery when they're about to meet my knife.. So we'll have to meet again… Ta!" the man called Basta turned and went with the others.
That was when he noticed the last two men and the maidservants from before waiting for him.
"No tricks!" said the one man.
"No tricks…" repeated Fleetfoot dazedly.
A/N: okay.. Definitely not my best.. sob… that sucked: (