“And who are you?” Baylan asked, noticing Ryan for the first time.
“My name is Rynald At’ahai, of the Dunalian clad of Ahabi.”
“Ugh. You all have such complicated names! Why can’t you just be a John or a Peter? “ Baylan Scoffed.
“What do you want with us?” I asked again.
“Originally I wanted you dead. But since you managed to stay alive, I am now in need of a Queen.” He smirked greedily. “And you, my dear, have grown into a beautiful young women.” He winked.
“That son of a…..” Ryan tried to struggle away from the two men holding him, but they merely tightened their grip.
“Oh, I see….” Baylan raised his eyebrows at Ryan. “You must care quite deeply for her. Well I don’t blame you, but you’ll have to get over it, lad.” He stated matter-of-factly.
Ryan glared daggers at him, scowling.
“Now then, you will be escorted to your new room my dear. Peggy, show your new mistress to her room.” He motioned to the old lady and turned to sit back on his throne.
“Wait! I shouted. “What makes you think I’m going to consent to this?! You kidnapped me! You tried to kill me! You’re a monster!”
Baylan grinned evilly. “Who says I need your consent?” He waved his hand, motioning the men to take us away. “I’ll send for you for dinner, my dear.”
I struggled. I tried to kick them, I tried to bite them, I tried anything I could. But their holds only tightened, to the point where I could no longer feel my arms. “Let go of me!” I moaned.
They dragged me back the way we had come, but past the room I had woken up in. We continued down the halls, until we came to a pair of black marble doors set into the rock. The door opened, and they threw me onto a bed.
I felt cool sheets envelop me, and I sank into them, exhausted from struggling. I felt the blackness of sleep coming over me, and I welcomed it.
I awoke to flickering lights on the walls, and black netting surrounding my bed. I sat up, confused for a moment. “H-hello?” my voiced seemed to echo throughout the stone room. I looked around, taking in my surroundings.
There I was on a king sized bed, with black sheets and black net curtains. Black marble floors, and red furniture. I got up and walked over to a door, which led to the bathroom. Opening the wardrobe, I found that all the clothes were either red or black. I closed it and flopped back onto the bed.
“You awake yet?”
“Ryan? Where are you??”
“I think I’m in some kind of dungeon. It’s blazing hot and smokey, and smells like sulfur. Where are you? I’ve been trying to reach you for three hours now. Are you ok?”
“Yes, I’m alright. I fell asleep. I’m in a bedroom, with a proper bed and everything.”
“I wish I was in it with you….”
“Hey, watch it mister.”
“No I didn’t mean it like that! I just wish I was laying on a jagged rock slab. Although….” He trailed off and I smiled.
“Have you seen anyone else?”
“A guard brought me bread and water, this whole thing is getting a bit to clichéd for my taste.”
“Tell me about it. Red and black? Really? He couldn’t come up with a better color scheme?”
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The Magical Transformation of An Ice PrincessTeen Fiction
A teenage girl is followed by a young man, before he shows up as a new student in her high school. He approaches her at lunch, and tells her a secret that will change both of their lives, and the lives of hundreds more. The term "ice princess" does...