This is the first time I have written anything in general so feedback would be very appreciated. Feedback on the writing, the story, format really anything and everything you think of while reading. Also please don't give me some bullshit positives, the Negatives are what I need to improve. Thanks appreciate you fellers.
"So, any prisoner father, No matter the status," I asked, the shock of what my father had just explained to me not really registering yet.
"Yes, boy. You are now twenty-seven years old, you've fought wars for me, commanded armies, conquered nations. You deserve some..." He paused before continuing, "reprieve."
"But anyone, really. There are some significantly powerful individuals in the cells below this castle, politically and physically. There's even a Queen down there, are you telling me I could make the Queen of Ellnia my personal slave?"
My father stroked his gray stubble in though, making a light scratching noise against his hard set jaw. "No I guess not anyone then, you may not choose the Queen but that is my only parameter. There are a few princesses that you may find satisfactory though."
"What about The Lady In White," I asked as we began walking again down towards the dungeon. We'd stopped on the stairs but only because I had been too shocked to continue walking.
"The who?" He said, raising an eyebrow at me, the expression was funny coming from the king of a conquering nation.
"You know the one who I fought against in the battle for Ronia, she had the white armor accented in gold. Her sword was super bright, she was the one using the light magic that night."
My father laughed as we reached the bottom of the stairwell and began walking down a hall towards the guarded door leading to the dungeons. "The one that gave you that nasty scar on your shoulder. Sure she's down here, but she's not the 'White Lady' as you call her. Her name is Katrana, and she's the youngest princess of Ellnia. Or she was."
"Can I have her," I say as we reach the door and pass through it. I give a nod to the soldier there and he nods back in a respectful manner.
"I mean you can, but you don't even know what she looks like. Besides from the description of that battle you both beat the shit out of each other. What could you possibly want from...Wait, you don't want to kill her do you, some sick form of revenge. I mean I wouldn't care if you did but there are plenty of women down here that could satisfy your needs, there's no need to waste your reward on her I'll let you slaughter the bitch anyways."
"I don't want to kill her," I say calmly as we walk down the hall of cells passing prisoner after prisoner. Some grab at the bars flinging insults at us, others cower in fear, some don't even seem to be aware of our presence.
"Well that's just great, she's a pretty thing that girl would be a waste to kill such a beauty."
I grunt in some form of noncommittal agreement and keep walking side by side taking a right turn occasionally slowly getting closer to the heart of the dungeon. The whole system is set up in a rectangular spiral with the more important prisoners being held at the center. There are two guards posted together at every other corner in order to watch every hallway.
As we get deeper into the spiral the prisoners begin to look more and more put together, I begin to spot generals and public officials in the cells. The people here don't cower in fear, and very few of them throw insults. The vast majority stare with glares of hatred and resentment. Rebellion burns in their eyes fueled by the flame of their Queen who is yet to be executed. Unfortunately for them their hope is false, their Queen will not leave this castle alive.
Eventually we reach the cells containing the royals, there are no bars here and instead the cells have solid iron doors. My father leads me to one of them and inserts a key but waits to turn it. "You don't need me anymore, I'm not going in to see her, she knows who I am so just make the slave contract and take her to your rooms," my father says as he turns open the door and hands me the key.
I take the key from my father and step into the room. It is not at all what I expected. The room is nothing like the barren cell that I expected, instead it is more of a bedroom. There is a large four poster bed set in the center of the room, two wardrobes set along the wall, a vanity, a door to what I assume is the bathroom and a fancy wooden desk. The floor is covered in an extravagant expensive looking red carpet. Finally there is a couch facing a smoldering fireplace and on that couch a woman staring at me.
"Who the hell are you," the woman asks with a hostile look on her beautiful, almost ethereal face. Her deep green eyes stare at me from across the room, I can't help thinking she looks like a goddess with those eyes and the golden shoulder length hair that frames her face.
"Who the hell are you," I ask the handsome young man who just entered my room. There is something familiar about the way he holds himself and I can't help but think I've met him somewhere before. The only issue is that I think I would remember meeting someone like him. He is attractive, that is undeniable with a nice set jawline, dark borderline blonde hair and some unfairly bright blue eyes. "Come to finally bring me for execution," I ask the man standing up in front of the couch and crossing my arms. I glare at him with the same look I used to keep soldiers in check and hope that it works on him as well.
"Not exactly," the man laughs walking slowly into the room looking around at all the things within. The room is definitely not tidy after a week in it but what do I care? His eyes catch on the pile of clothes at the foot of my bed, namely the bra that I tossed onto it last night. He raises an eyebrow in my direction "Oh my, I can't believe no one gave you a laundry basket," He says with humor dancing in his eyes.
He's making fun of me. "Then what are you actually here for," I say as I step out from around the couch and walk toward the man.
"Oh you know, this and that."
"What exactly does 'this and that' entail?" I approach him but still keep a fair distance between us, maybe five feet.
"Hmm," the man says as he pretends to think long and hard about the question, even going so far as to rub his chin in thought.
"Just tell me," I say hands now on my hips with a stern look on my face.
"Well fine if you're going to be so impatient then, I'm here for my reward from the king in the form of any woman in these cells becoming my own personal slave. I chose you," he says with a smile and takes a step towards his eyes drilling into my own.
Well I think I'd rather him be an executioner. Instead of taking a step back I hold my ground staring at him as he stares at me. "And what if you say no."
