Alright. Time for DrAmA!! *laughs manically* it's especially long too.

The royals leave, and I longing watch what could have been my only hope fade away. I now turn to the king and queen, who have been standing silently for many minutes. The queen finally opens her mouth.

"No killing her. We had a deal!"

"Mare, you trusted me to be honest?"

"No, I trusted you to be a man of your word!"

"Mare, she stayed alive for so long. Am I to blame if her powers suddenly surfaced? She needs to die."

"She is my brother's CHILD! You can't kill her!" The queen shouts, voice shrill. The argument grows more heated as the king take step towards the queen. Her voices trembles with fear. "Stay back, stay away from me!"

"Now, now Mare," the king says, lowering and softening, almost in a threatening way, "do we need a reminder of whose in charge?" Her eyes start dart around the room, a caged animal looking for escape. She begins to back up against the wall. The king matches her, step for step.

"You wouldn't-"

"Wouldn't what?"

"Please don't," the queen is now begging for a mercy I'm not sure the king will give. He comes with in a hare's breath of the queen and she tries to move away, but finds her self trapped. She desperately shoves at his arms, trying to push him away. I feel as uncomfortable as the queen looks frightened. This feels as though this is a private affair I should not see. But I can't stop watching. Not now. Not if I need information. And especially if I want to keep living a little longer.

"Mare. Come now darling, I love you. I wouldn't hurt you."

"Yes, you would." I see anger flash on the king's face, his rage growing. "Now please get away from-" the queen tries to continue but finds her words muffled as the king roughly kisses her. I watch her struggle to close her mouth and not let him in, but eventually it is forced open by the king. She tries to push him off but almost collapses when she tries. He's the only thing keeping her upright, and she can't seem to fight him. He goes at it for several minutes, never allowing her to take a breath when she needs it, only when he does. Then he turns her around and starts unzipping the back of her dress, the queen still fighting, and still with words muffled, although against the wall this time.

Then I realize. Is he going to...? With me in the room? Okay, I might want to stay alive but I think I'd rather die that watch that happen.

"Excuse me? Your majesties?" The king whirls around at my voice, enraged to be interrupted. He keeps one hand on the queen, keeping her pinned to the wall, while he looks at me. "Miss me?" Despite being practically assaulted by the king, the queen lets out a muffled laugh.

In the king's shock, he releases the queen, who promptly collapses to the floor in relief. I see her remarkable high dress, which has a neckline to her chin, has slipped just past her collarbone. And then I see the reason why her dress goes so high. Two brands, one clearer, cleaner one on her collarbone with an M on it, the other on her throat, with a C. She looks almost embarrassed as she pulls up the dress and zippers it up. When she's satisfied with that, she gets to her feet, wobbling.

"No killing. Please," she rasps. "Keep. Her. With them," she continues breathing in between each word. "For me?" And then she turns to the king with the pleading look. Then he takes her chin into his hands and gently kisses her temple.

"Alright darling. For you." Then he turns to me. "Tell no one of what you have seen. You will be escorted to the cells beneath the castle."

"Of course your majesty."

"Good." Then he and the queen walk out her being held tight against him. And me wondering how the h*ll I had such bad luck.