All Chapters of The Kings Captive: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I strode through the town's winding streets, feeling the cool night air pierce his skin. Thoughts of what was ahead raced through my head, but I maintained his steady pace. Beside him, silently, strode my ever faithful buddy Spock, his eyes searching their surroundings with the accuracy of someone on alert all the time.Tonight was our covert operation, and I knew it would either bring him freedom or ruin. With dark lights flickering from the windows and strange shadows on the cobblestone floor, the bar loomed ahead. The familiar smell of roasted meat and stale ale assaulting my senses. It was the kind of place where allegiances changed with the tides and secrets like the ones we were about to discuss were revealed under the pretense of intoxication.Even though I had been there before, something felt off tonight. Higher stakes were involved.The pub inside was just as he remembered it: packed, boisterous, and reeking of wine spills and smoke. While some sat slumped over tables and mu

Ryan Meyers entered the damp, cold cell, his face cautious. His gaze swept throughout the dark room before focussing on me as I lay there on the tiny bed up against the dank stone wall.The oppressive silence was broken by the faint clink of his shoes against the pavement of the small room."Vera," he said in a quiet, nearly disbelieving voice. "You've healed, the guards stated. They claimed your injuries vanished."I counted the fractures in the ceiling while maintaining a fixed stare while he spoke.Ryan also exhibited patience. Though there was a slight smell of damp dirt and metal, his curiosity was more pervasive than the environment of the prison. He was asking questions, but I wasn't answering them just yet. "Who are you, Vera?”A small grin touched my lips, but not enough to comfort him. "What does it matter?"“It matters because you're not… normal." He paused, considering what to say. "No one heals quickly; I've seen injuries like that. It's not feasible."At last, I moved, r

DEREK'S POV:I was driving late at night with Spock and Kara ensconced in the rear seat, their voices merging in a heated conversation. The paved road was eerily lit by the low moon in the sky and I was focused on the road that stretched out endlessly into the city.We were all feeling the weight of the uprising, but I had other thoughts.With a voice as steely as a diamond, Kara said, "We need to hit him hard, Derek. If we manage to enter that castle and spread enough mayhem, Sylvester's power over everything will be weakened. We must take advantage of all of his weaknesses."I gripped the steering wheel more firmly. I should have been exhilarated at the prospect of pursuing King Sylvester and storming into that impenetrable hellhole. That ought to have been all I could think of. However, It wasn't. It was never the case.I was plagued by a spectral image of Vera's dejected face as his guards took her back to her chambers. The awful sight of seeing her locked up in a dank smelly cell

VERA’S POV:How long had I been imprisoned in this stone prison? I had no idea. With the exception of the sound of the guards' footfall on the chilly stone floors, time seemed to have blurred here. Feeling that I was privy to some information regarding the marauders that targeted the northern frontiers, King Sylvester had taken care to keep me sequestered. And now it appeared that my biggest nightmare had materialised, following all of his threats.The hefty wooden slab pushed inward, making the hinges rattle as the door to my cell groaned open. Something changed in the air. I didn't even need to see her to know who it was.Annalise.With deliberate grace, she walked gently into the jail leaving her long, dark cloak trailing behind her, resembling the actual shadow of death. Her dogs trailed at her heels, their feet stealthy and menacing, while their golden eyes dazzled sinisterly.Next to her was a small, pallid girl who couldn't have been older than ten or eleven. The crystal ball s

DEREK'S POV:This isn't where I belong. Although my gut told me that this was a bad idea, I was unable to stop myself. Indeed. I kept thinking about her, confined in that jail as a result of my actions. I could always see the treachery in her eyes when I closed mine. The way she stared at me after I turned my back on her and picked Amelia’s side.My hands were shaking and my heart was pounding as I moved through the chilly, stone corridors of the dungeon beneath King Sylvester's castle. Down here, the atmosphere was different; it was thick and stifling, the kind that would suffocate anyone who lingered in it for too long.There was an issue with the sentient guards. They were always like that. They processed every word and every command and cross-referenced it with their database of directives, making it impossible to outthink them. Yet I had a plan; it might not be a strong one, but I had one.The two guards at the door to her cell turned to face me when I got there. For a brief mome