“Your dragon doesn’t look in top shape, Vrehan,” snickered Shareen.
That sentence didn’t help make him any calmer, and without warning, he suddenly raised his weapon and carved a long, deep line down Missandra’s arm. The young woman screamed in pain, closing her eyes and crying out.
“You bastard!” screamed Shareen
“Keep making me mad, Shareen. I still have plenty of surfaces to keep going on this little bitch’s body!”
That’s when Kairen recognized the weapon Vrehan was holding. It was Cassandra’s dagger, the one that formerly belonged to Phetra. This time, the War God saw red and stepped forward. However, Vrehan was quick to react and put his knife back against Missandra’s throat.
“Uh-uh, no, Kairen. If you take another step, I swear I’ll butcher that little bitch!”
The Third Prince stood there for a second, his eyes on the young girl. Missandra was crying in pain, her blood dripping from her injury. That bastard had cut her deep on purpose, to make her injury more painful and impressive. He didn’t want to give him any victory, but she was still Cassandra’s younger sister. He glanced at the blind dragon and snickered. He threw his weapons.
The two swords resonated on the marble floor, and even the soldiers in front of him looked confused. The War God was giving up on his weapons, to save a woman? Behind him, Shareen was just as annoyed, but after hesitating, she was about to throw her spear when Missandra spoke.
“Don’t! Please don’t care about me! I’d rather die than let this scum survive!”
“Missandra!” called out Anour, horrified, a second too late.
“Shut up, little vermin! Or I shall cut you some more!”
Vrehan put his threat to execution right away, stabbing Missandra’s shoulder. She screamed again, and fell down on her knees, in a horrible state of pain. Her voice resonated throughout the Palace’s walls, making even the soldiers uncomfortable. This situation was really not one they wanted to be in.
Meanwhile, Shareen’s hands were almost turning white from holding her spear so tightly. In her head, she was already going over the scenarios of what she’d do to that scum once he was dead. Next to her, Anour was the most horrified. The young boy looked like he was about to faint, his eyes on Missandra, completely shocked. He couldn’t do anything but watch the horrible display of violence against her.
“Vrehan, enough!” yelled Kareen.
“Shareen still has her weapon,” he retorted, staring at his half-sister.
“Don’t!”
To everyone’s surprise, despite her tears, Missandra still looked fierce and determined. Down on her knees, holding her bleeding shoulder, her lips trembling, she was still able to look at Shareen from across the hall. The girl ought to be in an excruciating state of pain, but she still acted as if she wasn’t.
“D-don’t,” she begged. “Don’t let that bastard win.”
“Shut up, I said!” he yelled.
Vrehan kicked her injury and pressed his shoe on it, forcing Missandra to bow lower and lower, in a horrible position. His shoe sole was soon completely red, but the girl did not avert her eyes from the little group across the room. Never had she looked so much like her older sister.
“That bastard murdered my sister and raped his own sister!”
“Shut the fuck up!”
“He did what?”
This time, even Kareen looked utterly shocked and baffled.
“You rotten rat. What did you do?” muttered Shareen.
“I said shut up! Shut up, shut up, shut up!” yelled Vrehan, absolutely furious.
He kicked Missandra relentlessly until the girl was completely lying underneath him, half-conscious.
A heavy silence followed that horrible scene. Even if he hadn’t said a thing, Vrehan’s anger at the girl’s words made the truth obvious. Everyone in that hall could understand that.
Suddenly, Kian squealed, and jumped down Kairen’s arm, running in the opposite direction, leaving the room.
“Kian, no!”
