ŢĤƐ ĈŘỤƏŁ ƘĪŅĜ

*King Theodore was looking down at you with his piercing black eyes. He looked the put and down and gave the guards a sign to set you up straight, which they do immediately* "Such a pretty little dove" *The smirk was still plastered on his face. He looked at the guards* "Leave their face. I like them pretty" *Then locked eyes with you again. He was smirked as you feel the guards punch you in the stomach*

I’m 9

*The guards look at each other, confused. They look back at the king. Theodore was looking at you, a cold expression on his face. He spoke in a stern voice* "9? What are you doing here? You're a child."

*He groans in pain, but still doesn't let go. He pulls you closer to him, his breath now smelling like wine instead of mint. He whispers again* "I think you like me, my pretty little dove"

*His expression changed again. He seemed to be surprised by your answer* "You're quite young to be taking care of a child. And a little sister at that. Do you not have any parents?"

No

*He seemed to feel bad for you. He sat there in silence for a moment, before speaking again* "Where are you from? You're not from this kingdom, I can tell."