~Aleta POV~

I stalked out of the room and whipped open the doors. How dare he not take me seriously! I was just as much a general as Zydan, yet he looked at me as inferior to them all. I grew up with Arksel, and there were many times in training where I kicked his privileged ass! I leaned against one of the windows and attempted to calm my breath. 

"Fail again to gain the approval of the Prince? Does it suck to be in your brother's shadow?" A deep voice said, his words echoed through the empty halls. I didn't need to turn around to know exactly who it was.

"No, not the time Abele" I hissed through clenched teeth. I felt a hand on my waist before I was spun around and pressed against a wall. Dark hazel eye bore into mine, a giant smirk on lips that I knew all too well. 

"When are you going to give up on him ever seeing you as more than a weapon," Abele said, running a strand of hair through his fingers. 

"When are you going to give up the act of being the kingdom's idiot? Oh, wait I seemed to forget it was never an act. You're just an idiot," god how I hated him. Loathed the ground, he walked on. 

"You didn't seem to mind that when I was in your chambers," Abele's smirk spread. I found years ago that lust and hate were very similar feelings. Both intense and searching for a release. I hated Abele, but when I was alone, and my only companion was my reflection; sharing my bed with him seemed better than loneliness. He reached for me again, but I grabbed his arm and slammed him into the wall while I held his arm firmly against his back.

"You will not touch me unless I give you permission," I dropped his arm and turned my back to him. I had more important things to do than deal with him. I had a prisoner to interrogate. I walked down to the dungeon where we placed him. No matter how many times I came down here, the cold, wet stone walls and dirty floors gave me an eerie feeling. This prisoner would unlock the answers to the terrors known as Majiey. I needed to know what that soulless king Harmony was planning before our people suffered. I would do anything I could to this prisoner to get information; I wasn't afraid to get my hands dirty. I walked over to his cell and kicked the bars with my knee-high leather boots. 

"Wake up scum," When I spoke he didn't move. He laid still on the floor, but I could see his chest rise and fall, so I knew he wasn't dead. 

"I said wake up; If you're good maybe I will take the chains off your ankles," 

"Aww, why? I thought the shackles gave me an edgy look," His voice was tired and hoarse. The healers had come through and fixed the head wound he got from the crash and the few crack ribs. That sort of magic took all the energy out of anyone. 

"What not excited to see me?" I leaned against the bars. I loved the fiery ones. The banter was the best part.

"You know when I was getting stomped on I was definitely thinking, I hope I could get a moment alone with that red-haired beauty," I attempted to hide my smirk from him. He was quick-witted; this would be fun. 

"Are you going to tell me what I want to know Prisoner, any secrets you want to share before I bring out something that will force you to tell me something," I slide a finger down the cold metal bars. The prisoner slowly stood up; he was in the shadows, so I was hard to see more than an outline. He began to limp over to me — one leg dragging behind him slightly. 

"My name is Quillian, Quillian Tolon," He got near the bars then leaned forward, so we were eye level. His ginger hair was now thick with blood and dirt. His face looked so tired, and the stubble on his face made him look rough, yet his dark blue eyes were bright and hopeful. Hopeful of what? I was not sure; hope was something I haven't felt since I was younger. 

"Did I ask for your name?" I chuckled. 

"No, but you need it. I am more than your prisoner. I know you call me that so when I come time to torture me or kill me, you can feel better knowing at least you didn't know me. You can hurt me easily since I was just scum to you." His tone still somehow stayed calm and kind. "My name is Quillian Tolon, I was a farmer, and I have a twin sister. My favorite color is bright yellow, and I believe sunrises are the most beautiful things known to man," His eyes were intoxicating me. Was this his power? That was impossible. We made his drink the magic suppressant before even entering the castle. 

"Sunrises?" I scoffed

"The way they shift through beautiful colors and symbolize a new beginning. That is something all we need when we are in a tough place; is a new start. Don't you have anything you find that beautiful? Well besides me of course," I groaned at his attempt at self-flattery. 

 "You need to tell me the information I can use. I don't want something useless taking up space in the castle," Fire ran up my arms in swirls to intensify my threat. Quillian didn't seem to care. 

 "I knew you could control fire," A smug look crossed his face, I gave him a puzzled gaze. "Because you're as hot as a flame," I felt my cheek warm up, and my heart skipped a beat. I felt so weak, so exposed. It was a kiddish pickup line. Why did my palms go sweaty? He must be playing me. Get me to swoon over him, so I will let him go. This ignorant boy picked the wrong girl to play with. I opened the cell doors and took a few quick steps in so I was right in front of him. I picked up the knife that hung to my side and held it to his throat. 

 "Your tricks won't work on me. You are just as horrific as the rest of your kind! Do you not know where you are Quillian? I don't care about you or your stupid sunrises." He was getting in my head. Making it hard to focus, those stupid blue eyes. 

 "Tell me who you are. Then I will tell you what you want," Quillian said as if a knife wasn't being held to his throat.

 "I am General Aleta Burket. I am the King's weapon, now speak" I snapped, he made a pouty face at me. 

 "Wrong try again" he hummed 

 "I told you who I was!" did he have a death wish? I pressed the knife firmly to his neck, and a small trail of blood traveled down his throat. 

 "You're not a weapon. You are more than a weapon Aleta Burket" The sweet way he said my name made me clench my jaw. 

 "I am the king's weapon. I have been since I was a child. I will always be,"

 "I think you are so much more than that...and I've only known you for a few moments, Aleta Burket," I began to snarl at him. I was a weapon; I am a weapon for the king. Quillian was trying to get into my head. He was a sick, disturbed Majiey! I wanted to fight him. Release my ravenous flames to have their way with him. Something in me was keeping me from that. As if some wall was suddenly built. He had gotten in my head by saying a few words.

You are weak; This is why Arksel will never see you the same as your brother. I moved my hand back. I was never hesitant when it came to violence. Why do I feel strange about it now? I blamed his blue eyes. I blamed the way he said my name. I blamed way he looked at me. He admired me as if I was worth something. That damn bastard! 

 "Messing with people's minds is a cruel thing," I said sharply.

 "Yes, because kidnapping people and locking them up is an act of a saint," his tone was dripping with sarcasm. I shoved my knife in my pocket and backed away slowly. 

 "You're useless to me. I will have Prince Arksel drain the life from you. It seems my time with you is done here," I stalked out the cell and slammed the bars behind me. 

 "I think we both know that isn't true Aleta Burket," Quillian almost seemed to sing out those words. I was already up the stairway and out the heavy doors before I got the urge to run back and bicker with him once again. He was so god damn smug! Who did he think he was? Who did he think I was? 

Your brother would've gotten answers, my father's voice rang in my head; though his words were a faint whisper now. The sound that was loud in my head was Quillian's. He was speaking my name in the sweet way he had before. A vivid picture of his eyes replayed over and over in my mind. 

 I walked with speed and determination. I needed a distraction, Something to clear my busy mind. I raced to the weapon room where I knew where distraction would be. Abele was standing there, charting all our weapons. He didn't notice me until I was standing right in front of him. Abele's gaze was hungry and empty; no warmth and definitely not kind. Before he could say anything, my lips were on his. I pulled him toward me as if he was the most desirable thing in this kingdom. I felt Abele's smirk rise; I hated him. Our kiss was sloppy and lustful, but our lust wasn't exactly for each other. But, we would have to settle for now.

 I grabbed the collar of his shirt and dragged him to my room. I had to get those blue eyes out of my mind. They filled my system and were leaving me desperate. When I looked out the window, I cussed to myself. A beautiful sunrise was appearing over the peaks of the castle. The colors were light and heartwarming, swirling together in perfect unison. He was right, they were the most marvelous things on this earth. 

{I can not tell you how difficult it was to write in someone else's POV lol, but please let me know what you think! I love to read your guys' comments. So what are your views on Aleta?}