Narissa cackled as he awoke from his restless slumber.
"Have a nice nap?" she hissed.
His only response was a groan. He tried to sit up, but his entire body suddenly hurt with a jolt of pain, sending him crashing to the ground, the pain racketing through his tired and sore body.
She laughed at him. He glared at her, 'you bitch…' he thought.
As if she could read his thoughts, she suddenly paced up to him and grabbed him around the neck.
"You won't try to escape me again now will you??" she asked. Her nails were beginning to dig into his already raw flesh.
"That will teach you to mock the rightful queen of Andalasia!" She let go.
He regained his breath and said, "Queen?! How could you ever be queen? Nobody could ever look up to you—"
But he was cut short as her hand caught him hard against the face, her nails drawing blood in three fine scratches across his face. They were more like claw marks…
"Shut up you filth!!"
He cried out in pain as he fell backwards, his hands covering his face, he heard Narissa walk away. "God dammit!!" he screamed in rage, pounding the ground with his fist, a vision of his daughter passed through his mind.
"Morgan…" he breathed, then he thought of Giselle… he saw their smiling faces, how they were, but only in his memories… would he ever get home?? Was he going to die and leave them alone in this world? His fist he had been pounding the cement floor with trembled as his entire body began to shake. He was afraid of losing them, and he was afraid to die. He slumped to the floor as he began to sob.
"I'm sorry…" he sobbed.
Morgan's smile faded…