Chapter 2: No Name
I'd fought like hell on the way to the capital. From the second my home burned I'd been fighting- I must've killed at least two men in the fight. I'd hit one with frying pan, another I had punched in the throat. He'd collapsed and hadn't gotten back up, but whether or not he was actually dead was anyone's guess.
But then we got to the capital. I'd bitten one of the soldiers, and in return, he beat me. Not that it lasted long; he stopped after a short period and he fell to the ground wheezing and coughing a fit to die.
And finally the castle. My best work yet if I say so myself. I threw a fit and said so many words the manliest of sailors would have blushed bright red.
Up until some asshole gagged me. It wasn't my place to worry about that, oh no, it gave me time to think about what I'd say when I came face to face with royals.
I had so much I wanted to say to these stuck up, worthless royals that the gag had been prevented. But now I was free to say as I pleased. And I'd made sure that the first think I said was the closest thing to a swear I could muster; I wouldn't dare say my name. Plus the gag had left my jaw so sore I wouldn't of bothered to say much more. I'd work as hard as I could to keep my name out of such a dirty mouths.
They might've taken the most showers, but they were all absolutely horrible people. At least they were in terms of morals and consciousness. I wasn't sure what had happened, but the once great king became a total ass and he destroyed the kingdom his ancestors had built.
"Boy? Did you hear me? Hello? Don't make me punish you already, You inconsiderate child." The all great King-asshat snapped from his throne, pulling me from my thoughts.
William rolled his eyes, standing up straight as Jeffrey brought over a collar and chains. I didn't realize what it was for until they had it around my throat.
"Shit." I cursed, instinctively moving back. It was cold as ice. None of the others slaves had been chained- they'd at least been tied. "What the hell is this?!"
The prince looked at me with puzzled expression while the blonde lady next to the queen absolutely exploded.
"He swore! He broke the rules! He needs punishment!" She shrieked, pointing at me. I looked from her to the queen, who's queens nose wrinkled in disgust as she looked at me, then nodded.
William sighed, shaking his head, then looked at the ceiling. He looked as if he's rather not be in the same room as the man.
"You say he broke a rule-" The prince paused as he looked to Jeffery, setting his hands on his hips. but did anyone inform him of the rules?"
"I... No, but-" The man froze mid-sentence as the king interrupted.
"William. Punish that damn brat! You hear me down there? Teach it what it needs to learn. Each time you whip it, tell it a rule, have them repeat, and so on." The king said, raising his head high.
I grit my teeth as the king stood, his golden jewelry and crown glistening in the light.
''You need a royal whip yourself, bitch!" I snapped, finally finding my tongue. "You're no ruler. You're just a man who got lucky; you were born into this. If your people weren't so poor and weak and deprived of food they would've rebelled long ago to get your ugly ass out of the castle!"
The prince groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose, shutting his eyes tightly.
"Yes Father, he does need punishment and trained straight away. Jeffrey, take him to my room. Tie the chain to the bed frame. You may leave then, if it pleases you." William said, speaking quickly so his parents didn't have a chance of interrupting.
"Yessir." Was the response that Jeffery gave, taking the chains back from the prince, who turned and went to the door, saying something in a language I didn't understand.
The man, Jeffrey, pulled on the chain.
"What, too mighty and high to speak?" I asked, looking back at him. He pulled on the chain again.
Fine. Two can play the silence game.
"I shouldn't have to waste my words on you. Get up!" He hissed, pulling on the chain so harshly I jerked forward. He didn't care though.
To the rich man we were nothing more than livestock.
Damn the rich man.
I glared at him he began to walk, dragging me along on the floor. Once we got out of the room and to a staircase, I stood. He smiled smugly as if he were the reason I stood, then pulled on the chain again.
I followed, beginning to ger annoyed by the twist and turns of the castle halls.
I was tempted to stop and sit, but figured it wouldn't go over to well. But c'mon, what was the worse that he'd do? Set me in a corner for five minutes?
I gave a small smile at the thought of that, Lord, I miss when time outs where the only thing I had to worry about.
"Lord, your rather slow for a slave, aren't you?"
I looked up from my feet to the man, clenching my fist.
"Rather cocky for being the kings bitch, aren't you?" I retorted. I couldn't help but to smile at my own wit.
Jeffery didn't seem to find it nearly as funny, though. His smile fade and he glared, then turned, wanking on the chain again.
"Open the doors, slave."
I looked to the doors, huffing as I walked round his out stretched foot and to the doors, pushing them open. A cool breeze whipped past us. I stepped in, looking around. The room was giant, walls a dark red. The bed was big enough to fit eight, possible nine people, and covered in shiny black sheets. A door on the wall was wide open, revealing the source of the cold air; a balcony.
"Well, it seems we beat the Young Prince here." He pulled on the chain again, pulling me so I was in front of the bed. "Come now, sit on the floor."
And so I sat, but that wasn't good enough for him.
"No no, not like that- on your knees!" He hissed, yanking on the chain once again. I didn't budge though
" Kneel, sir." I smiled as his cocked his head to the side. He looked pleased with himself. "You mean you want me to kneel, not sit." I said.
The face he made was priceless. It took every ounce of sell control I had to not burst into laughter.
"Kneel, then." He spat a me, then walked behind me to the bed, still holding the chain. "And I will inform your master of this."
I looked back at him at a tug of the chain. The sick bastard was tying it.
"The fuck? What the fuck are you doing? Untie me you damned rich man. I will kill you."
He only laughed and sat on a stool "You have family back at your village?"
I glared at the post I was tied too, then tried to pull away as if it would make a difference. Anything to show the man I was interested in having a conversation. I wanted to treat him like the rat he truly is.
"Not answering, ay? Fine then, we'll move on. You know what started the war?"
"You damned-" I stopped as the door was thrown opened again, hitting the wall with a loud bang.
I hated loud doors.
"Ah, Lord William! I'm sorry to report so soon sir, but this child fought with me twice. Once about kneeling or sitting-" he said, standing up.
"Because they are different-" I hissed. Jeffery shot me a glare and continued.
"And he refuses to speak back to actual questions. That might not be fighting, but it's just as disrespectful-" Jeffrey stopped as soon as William raised his hand.
SO he treated Jeffery like a dog too. Fun!
William laughed , the pointed to the door. "Out, Jeffrey. Im quite sure I can handle the poor boy by myself."
Jeffery stared at him, then nodded and ran out of the room, shutting the door behind him, but not before looking back at me and smirking.
"So, do you have a name or not?"
I looked from the door, then to him, refusing to say a word.
"... Ah, so you're a mute now?" He said, letting out a small laughed as he walked over. In his hands, a leather whip.
"So, are you ready, Mr. no name?"
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