Silas left the corridor after he spoke to his parents coldly. Not sure why did he spoke to show his authority on her such way,he felt a certain protectiveness towards her. His ears were still ringing with her pleading voice. The vulnerability in her touch when she clasped his hands, all this things pulled him towards an unknown direction that he never knew.
Silas made his way for the dungeon from where he could hear the pleading cries of those monsters who tried to take Isabella's life. Crossing the narrow corridors downstairs, he continued walking for the dungeon at the near end of castle. The dungeon was located away far from the living halls since he liked to torture people in his heart content. Needless to say that so even lived in truma after being tortured by him for decades. Even though they had been forgiven later on, they never found the life of living normally any longer.
Silas stopped at the entrance by crossing his arms leisurely on his back. His green eyes had a smug look as he watched the nearly death creatures with a smirk on his face. That's why, he loved his own personal group of dragons who never failed to et his satisfaction. He left Ford along with his group of n in the hand of his cruel dragons to torture them slowly.
Judging by the several burning scars on their faces, Silas was glad that his dragons worked well on them and made sure to keep them live. Ford had the most scariest scar on his face. From the tip of his left eyebrow, a long scratch had been imprinted permanently by Silas's dragon with whom he tried to fight back but ended up receiving a brutal scar for eternity.
Ford shot Silas a hateful glare upon his arrival. But others who knew how vengeful person Silas was shrieked back in fear. Silas walked inside with a frown and questioned ignoring their fearful eyes,
" Who sent you, people?"
One of Ford's man parted his lips to give him a na earnestly. But as his eyes t Ford who casted a warning glare, the man decided to stay quiet. Ford responded holding on his pride with a scoff,
" None of your business! Let go of us, Duke Silas. If Davina knows about your abduction, your kingdom will fall in danger undoubtedly. You don't want to risk your kingdom because of a vexin, do you?"
Ford ended his lecture with a smirk. Watching the grimace on Silas's expression, he was confident that Silas wouldn't keep them longer.
Silas didn't show any expression much. He snapped his head back to stare at Ford amusingly before saying slowly,
" You really know how to play with words! No wonder, you look and sll like a solid bastard."
His response removed the smile from Ford's force. Being forced to kneel down for a long ti, Ford's back ached but he could only grit his teeth harder.
Silas smiled and walked over to pull out a chair for him. Having seated properly, he gestured at his guards lazily,
" Derrick, please show this gentleman how our dungeon works."
The man nad Derrick gave him a slight nod before proceeding with the order that had been given by Silas.
Ford noticed the man's movent, wandering what he was planning to do. Less than a minute, a rope ca down from the rooftop, causing Ford to disbelief when he noticed that the rope was used to hang soone death.
Derrick approached him from back suddenly, gripped his head from back and binded his throat with the rope. One gesture from Silas, Ford was hang upward from ground. His eyes buldged out in fear as he begged trying to catch his breath,
" Please! "
Ford's eyes t Silas who had no sign of sympathy on his face. Sitting more comfortably on his position, Silas asked shortly after his pleading voice,
" I want a na. Who sent you?"
Ford was having tough ti up there. His tongue was coming in and out in lack of breathing. He could feel his soul fighting to slip out from his body. Between his whimpers of pain, Ford managed to squeeze out one word breathlessly,
" Prin.. Prince.. Shanz.."
Silas didn't let go of Ford imdiately. Instead he enjoyed the sight of him suffocating over there and murmured under his breath lowly,
" Prince Shanz.."
Away from the lands of Richalwolf Land, Jessie's horse was running towards the Royal Castle of Davina in rush. Not caring about the dark forests that were known for dangers, she continued moving untill her horse reached at the entrance of Davina's castle.
Jessie jumped down from her horse fiercely. One hand gripping the sword, she imposed like a warrior who ca to fight a fierce battle. The disheveled state of her hairs gave her a wild look. One look at her face could give soone the urge of backing away.
Jessie stord inside the castle but was blocked by the guards. One of the guard asked her coldly,
" Where the hell are you going? Do you think that it's a public house to go in? Who are you? Have you made any appointnt with the acting king?"
Jessie squeezed her eyes shut in rage. Her lips trembled together in pain and anger. Letting out a harsh breath, she asked through her gritted teeth,
" Let.....go..I swear.."
The guards were all a little taken back by her lancholic voice. But to ensure the safety of castle, they were bound to block her path. The guard who had been threatened by Jessie to step aside barked out angrily to boost up his manly ego,
" Woman! Do you think that you are a warrior princess who can defeat us? I am asking you one last ti..Who are..."
His words were left uncompleted. The following mont, Jessie's skilled hand arched up in the air and sliced his throat in a one swift cut. Next mont, all they witnessed his rolling head over the ground.
Jessie ran her eyes across the other guards who all were shocked to death possibly as none of them were talking,
" Anything else to ask?"
As soon as Jessie questioned, all the guards stepped aside to open a path for her. Not caring about their horror faces, Jessie stord inside and stopped yelling from the top of her lungs,
" SHANZ!! SHANZ!! "
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