Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160910175125/@comment-17114085-20161101200627

Gallahad's performance was selling the story more than anything.

"I see. Sorry to be such a bother but we are currently on a manhunt for any surviving rebels." The guard said. "One last thing before we let you through. Mind if I take a look in your cart?"

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Bellisa sighed. "I..I feel used. Damian treats me like a tool to further his own goals, even though he says its for my benefit. I'm nothing more than a pawn to him."

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Cirges passed out once more from the pain inflicted on him by Rallaume.

"Damn, seems like I was having too much fun again." The bastard muttered. He retreated from the enchained knight. "If you keep passing out like this you'll never be able to tell us where the young Queen went. Father won't be pleased."

He exited Cirges' cell and headed up the dungeon steps. The guards that were stationed there avoided Rallaume's gaze as he passed. They felt beads of cold sweat go down their foreheads. The bastard frightened them, he frightned all those except his personal hunters.

"Cheer up." He told the guards as he passed. "You got to listen to some wonderful screams of pain. Enough to put a smile on anyone's face."

"...Sir." One of them managed to say.

"Prince." Rallaume corrected them. "It's prince now."

"My prince." The guard corrected himself. "Do you want us to fetch the healer to make sure..."

"Yes, of course. You don't even need to ask. Father doesn't want the knight dying on us." The bastard replied before leaving the dungeons.