-1I.M.S POV
"Your majesty. We are grateful for your agreement to this audience"
"The honour is mine. The reputation of your coven precedes you"
"We have brought a gift for your lordships enjoyment" I felt a strong tug on the rope that bound my arms together and I stumbled forward, falling to my knees. Laughter echoed around the room. My legs stung where the rough stone floor had scratched it.
"Where did you find this little thing?"
"At a village, but we have searched for many weeks to find the perfect candidate" I looked up. The man seated on the stone throne seemed unimpressed.
"I have no use for such a trinket but I would not wish to abuse your kindness. Perhaps, my sons might gain some enjoyment from this girl?" he was speaking more to himself then to any of the rooms occupant. He turned to look at a young man with blonde hair who was standing next to the seated woman (I gathered that this was the speaking mans wife).
"Jasper, would you be willing to accept this gift on behalf of your brothers?" the boy approached me, smiling. He circled around me, examining me. Occasionally I felt cool hands on my skin and I shivered each time. He stopped, looked towards his father and nodded.
"Yes father. It would be a pleasure, to help unite the covens by accepting this…trinket"
"Very well. She is yours and your brothers, to do with what pleases the three of you" the boy smiled again, and took the end of the rope, leading me out of the room. He tugged me along, not caring how many times I fell or cried out in protest. He took me down steps and into a dark dungeon room. It was cold, the walls were wet and slimy, and the room smelt strange. He tied me to a peg on the wall and left. I curled up as small as possible, to keep myself warm. I wasn't sure why I was here or what the intentions were of that boy, or these mysterious brothers of his.