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[wtf-is-this]

Disclaimer; first post but I kinda liked this thingy I wrote sooooo here ya go

Ps it's not finished and I kinda doubt anyone's gonna read it but if ya like it lmk and feel free to give me constructive criticism (I definitely need it)

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He walked through the empty room, exuding power. I could feel the ropes straining against my wrists. I held my chin up, determined not to show weakness. He began to speak but I wasn't listening, my eyes were trained on the bulge that stuck out of the waist of his pants. A gun, I had been in this situation before but he never had a gun. He raised his hand in front of my face and snapped, I looked up. His deep, dark brown eyes claimed my attention.

"You might wanna be listening." His voice was low and steady.

"Make me," I said, barely above a whisper.

He dropped his hand to his waist and grabbed his gun. The cool surface of the gun met my smooth cheek. He pistol-whipped me. He fucking pistol-whipped me. It wasn't like in the movies, I didn't feel badass. I stared into his cold eyes, they sent a shiver down my spine.

"Pay attention." He warned. I kept my eyes on his, I wouldn't look away first. I couldn't, I needed some sort of control, power. Someone walked into the room, I didn't look to see, my eyes were glued to his.

"Sorry, boss. Didn't mean to interrupt you and the princess." His southern accent was prominent and he sounded nervous. The boss waved his hand, dismissing the interruption.

"Boss?" I laughed, "You've finally amounted to something."

"No," He corrected me, "I've always held power, you're just finally seeing it."

"Come on, Killian," I eyed him as he turned, "you're still the weak boy you were."

He laughed, "I wasn't the one who fell on their ass every time we spared, Lydia."

"Why am I here, Killian?" I asked as I untied my hands.

"I can't have that fiancé of yours on the throne."

"So you kidnap me?"

"He'll come looking for you and I'll kill him then." He turned back to me, "You're just a pawn in this play."

"I'm never a pawn."

"Oh right, Queen Lydia Marks."

"I'm not taking his last name." I stood, "I'm only marrying him to expand the trade across the country."

"Marks is an idiot," he looked back out the window, "Even his father is trying to get rid of him."

The same boy from earlier opened the door, "Sorry sir, but the royal guard is here." The boy was lanky and had shaggy red hair.

"Sooner than I expected." I walk to the door, then look back at Killian, "Do I have to kill him myself, or are you coming?"

"Lydia sit your ass down, it'll be my head if you get injured." Kilian grabbed my forearm and re-directed me to my previous seat. "Wilson, keep the princess out of trouble."

The redhead nodded and walked closer to my chair. Killian gave me a warning glare and left.

"Wilson, right?" The boy nodded, “How old are you?"

"17, miss."

"You're young," I walked behind him, "Sorry." I kicked his knee and ran out the door.

The hall was dark with several doors on either side. I sprinted to the farthest one on the left, shutting the door as heavy footfalls passed. I surveyed the room, the wall opposite me was glass. Killian looked up at me from the gardens, obviously irritated. I moved back to the door, giving the now-empty garden a final look as I left. The hall was empty, I crept towards the right, where I knew the stairs to be.

When I reached the stairs I was greeted by Killian, looking grumpy as ever.

“Calm your tits, I’m not doing anything dangerous or stupid,” I said, anticipating the scolding from the frowning man.

“You need to stay in the room,” He pinched his temples between his thumb and forefinger, “What did you do to Wilson?”

“I am sorry about that, I hope I didn’t harm the boy.”

He groaned as he gripped my arm, I didn’t protest as he led me to the room I was first in.

“You know that I won’t stay in this room, I will just leave right after you.” Snark dripped from my words.

“Obviously, they don’t teach you manners at finishing school,” He scoffed, letting go of my arm. “You are a guest in my home, you should respect my rules.”

“Oh, Killian,” My eyes stared intently at his, “When have you ever known me to follow rules? Besides, I’m not your guest.”

“I don’t have time for this, if you are seen with me, out of chains then your alliance with Abrialna will end, meaning no new trade.” His dark eyes met mine, “That can’t be jeopardized.”

“You underestimate me.”

“You’ve always been a loose cannon,” He began walking to the door, “Make yourself useful and tend to Wilson.”

I scoffed, cracked my knuckles, then knelt by the red-haired boy. The gunfire had gotten louder now. Wilson had sat up, pushing away from me slightly.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” I held my hand out, “I am sorry for, well, you know.”

The boy fluffed his hair, “Ma’am that was rude.” His laugh was cut off by shouting in the halls.

I raised a finger to my lips, scanning the door. I quickly moved to the side of the door, and Wilson followed.

Two people rammed into the door, pushing it open. Wilson pushed them together as I ran through the door, and the redhead hurried after me. We ran down the stairs, towards the doors. Killian stood at the foot of the stairs, gun pointed to the left of my head.

“Don’t shoot,” I commanded as I walked toward him, taking the gun in my hand. Killian turned, and lead us through the door.