Celton stood from Maverick's lap and looked down her face pale. " What did you do?" She looked up at him again."What did you feed me, Maverick?" Her eyes shone like glass as she looked at him. Maverick looked out the window and then back at her cluelessly then smiled realising "Oh. When you first came my citadel I coated your room in lisden." Celton looked at Maverick trying to understand what lisden was. Her facial expression showed confusion and Maverick understood why she was confused.
"Lisden is a Trace spell used by master to be able to find their slaves when they try to run away. This spell can be casted but must be activated by the touch of the person they want as their slave. This potion enables me to find you anywhere you go. How you feel and how many people your with in your area. Also it make you submit to my every need and request."
Celton stood still full of mixed emotions a part of her was full of ire and the other part of her was full of incertitude. Maverick glanced at Celton and pointed out the window to show they had arrived near the entrance. Celton walked to the window slowly peering to the citadel standing high and still. It's dark stones covered the vast area, waterfalls with glowing crystal and large skyscrapers covered the areas with different designs.
The carriage carried them over the long bridge filled with dark stones and skulls. As the passed by they saw people with charcoal bodys on the bridge begging. Some had already passed out and had died. The others would lift their body's and throw them over the bridge into the endless pit.
The pit was tenebrous and multitudinous as they observed over the edge. "I suggest you don't pity for these people were in Skakoan Tholothian. People who beg here have killed, raped, abused and committed various other crimes. They are meant to stay here until the person they have offended comes and says they forgive them and make the pain in their heart disappear. However, since people are scared to come here since it full of these people so they all die and most importantly I live here."
( Celton's Mind
I hate it here I am just surrounded by death but he didn't live in this place when we went to his home before.)
Maverick was watching Celton up and down. Most times he would try to avert his eyes from her but found it very funny to watch her full of mixed emotions he could feel in his chest. "You finished staring?" Celton had caught sight of him staring at her for some time and tried to stay quiet but it had bothered her to the point she shuffled in her seat quite a bit.
"You quiet annoying when you stare like that have you ever thought about get it checked at the ophthalmologists." Celton paroxysm shouted at maverick because of his frequent rum stare.
"You know that is quiet a big word for someone with no education." Maverick clapped back at her. " I said it because we went past one and yes I know the meaning of the word I might be lowly know but you never know what I was before." She straightened her posture to look like she was higher then him but it didn't work with his 6'7 high as he still towered over her.
" Stop trying it makes you look childish, nevermind you are a child your '15-16' that's what the auctionist said." He lined into celton placing his head in the gap between her collarbone and her neck. " 15 and 1/2 the are very different ages." Celton turned towards him in a haste. " As I said 'childish'." he stared deep into her eyes and pecked her lips.
As Maverick pulled in Celton into his arms the couchman stopped the carriage and turned towards them " Your Majesty where here."
"Your Majesty." Celton was confused at what the coachman said but Maverick pulled her out of thought when he said " I told you I ran this place didn't I ."