Frantically Connie walked through the halls, truing to get the the same Room she was at three days before.
She was a wreck. Through and though. She never had the chance to tell Roxy or Trixy about what was going on. She just didn't have the heart to take them apart. It wasn't because Roxy was her best friend's daughter but also because Trixy deserved to know what it was like to have friend her age. Connie did everything in her power to help her have a good life while in capture. She never taught her who to fight, hope in she would never have to. But the king was awake and she needed to know at least how to protect herself in a fight, over time though, she forgot everything of that stuff, it was never important to her to know how to protect herself. all that was required to do was cook food for them, three meals a day, be the chef in the kitchen and never go out of the bounds they set for her and her Daughter. That was what she needed to do, what she did for the past 18 years and it worked out alright.
But everything that she did, everything she tried to do for herself and her daughter was no more.
the King told her to separate them, to have her forgotten to the eyes and ears that was in the kitchen. the only place where she was allowed to go, orders from the King himself after her finished with the brought in Scarface. coming to a halt in front of the double doors she was at two weeks before she wasn't sure she wanted to go in. she knew that she was going to get some sort of a punishment, but not quit sure what one it as going to be. along with forgetting who to fight, she forgot what the laws were from when they crammed them in every Wyhers head to remember and hold tight for all times.
Gathering her courage she knocked on the door.
then was knocked completely off of her feet by the force of anguish and power that rolled out of the room behind the double doors.
"Get in here, slave, I have much to talk to you about, yet." a familiar voice said calmly from inside. uh oh. I'm in trouble.
Slowly, cautioning, Connie opened the door, but she kept her eyes down, not wanting to die just yet. She would so that later when her life source- Trixy- would die.
Keeping her eyes down when she had the door open all of the way
Thorne noticed how the door was opened, not because he was really paying attention but he remembered how it was opened the last time the Whyher opened it. this time it was opened cautiously, almost reluctantly. and so it should have.
When the door was all of the way open he smelled fear, it was like a fagerence that he couldn't get away from. forming his face into an emotionless expression, he looked the slave over. her hair was covering her face, he couldn't even see anything her hands were in front of her, intertwined in an anxious entanglement. so she's nevious.
quickly Thorne turned his head to his left side, looking in the direction where Cassandra was standing. she placed her hood back on, you could see nothing that was under it, but Thorne could make out where her eyes were. in the same spot where they always where.
nodding a slit nod to Cassandra, Thorne Thorne turned his attention to Connie once more.
"Your late, slave. care to explain?" he asked in a harsh voice.
"I'm sorry, my lord, I lost track of the time. Please excuse my tarteness."Connie answered, trying with all of her might to sound confident.
Thorne did not acknowledge her apology. It would be worthless in the end.
"You haven't told your daughter that you had to slip her and Roxanne up did you?" he stated, not question.
"No." Connie said with out pause, ready for what ever he decieced to do about that. she had come to terms that. in someway over the last three days she came to terms to the fact that she was going to lose her life source and might not servive the loss of her daughter.
"Every well. I didn't want to do this but it must be done." there was an uncomfortable silence.
and an even longer silence.
"You, Slave, will give up the thing you think you can not live with out, for i will not kill you. i won't even waste my time to try to kill you. no, give me your daughter, and you may live. if you don't give me your daughter, you and her will both die. a slow and painful death, that i promise you."
through out the conversation, in the back of the room, Cassandra watched the exchange of words.
She and Thorne now knew precisely what was happening. what the Slave was going to choose, how everything was goingt5 ot be laid out befor e the moon was high in the sky.
Thorne was going to get Roxanne. and there was nothing that could stop him form going to her now.
Sorry everyone that i took so long to update. now I'm going to try to update regularly from now on. ps, me and one of my friend are writing a story together so i hope you like when i add it also.