Clara stared at the mysterious man on the throne, thinking about only two things on her mind. Who is he? Why am I feeling this way?
The man on the throne didn't look a day over eighteen. He is certainly young to be a king but his presence feels like he is.
The young man's black raven hair stood out from the red throne room. His green forest eyes resemble the magical greenery of the realm. His physique was mature and defined which could make any palace maid easily swoon over him. This man looked like a handsome prince who came out of a fairy tale.
Clara continued to stare at this young man, curiously figuring out who he could be.
'If he is to execute us all, then it will be the end of everything.' Clara thought. She had now planned to rebel and do her best to convince the people of the kingdom to be on her side even if the royal seal was used against her. She thought that the love of the people will be more than their loyalty to the king.
It was her advantage to act but she was too late to do so.
Clara then looked at Sir Hosa who was held to the ground that he didn't even know that she was now in the same room with him.
Clara looked at Sir Hosa with so much worry and sadness. 'Sir Hosa, I'm sorry. I should've listened to you.' A silent tear ran down her cheek and the asssassins who held her mistakenly shown emotion for her. The young man on the throne noticed this and furrowed his brows.
"Well?" The unchanged bored tone of the young prince said. His voice echoed throughout the entire ballroom from the silence. "Put her with the civilians." He continued.
The assassins snapped out of it and start to go to where the civilians are.
"She's not at all a civilian!" A loud voice echoed the room, making everyone look to where it was from, including the young prince sitting comfortably at the throne.
The bored prince looked at the king and was amused by his reaction. "How so?" He asked in a deep monotone voice.
The king tried to move from the grip of the assassins while also preventing his throat from being cut by the blade directed to his neck. "She's my daughter. She's a princess."
Clara felt disgusted hearing this come from her father. He never treated her like a daughter and never will Clara take pride in calling him her father.
Sir Hosa heard this and tried to lift up his head but failed. He could only look to his right side and see his young love being held by the assassins.
Sir Hosa looked at the man sitting at the throne. "King Theon, I'm begging you." Sir Hosa desperately asked. "You can kill them...but don't kill her."
The young prince looked at the lead soldier with interest. The king, queen, and their three sons were not happy hearing this and also did the civilians of the kingdom.
The king sneered. "How dare you, Sir Hosa. After all I've done for you and your family!" He glared at the soldier on the ground.
The eldest prince yelled as he tried to get himself off of the assassins' grip. "Your loyalty is to the king, you scum!"
The civilians started to gossip and whisper to one another. Asking questions to each other, 'What is happening?'