her blonde brows ceased into one, of a concerned look. maybe passing through, this ill king’s kingdom was a bad idea, but it was the quickest was to her husband, and she missed him so. she could tell, but the furious look on his face, and especially in his eye’s that she might have angered him somehow. the guards of mirkwood, grew closer to their queen. but she held out a hand low, to signal; that she was not afraid of him. nor was he a threat..right now, at lest. the last thing Lostariel wanted to do was start a war with a ill king, she would do everything in her power to avoid and to prevent that from potentially happening.
“ I do not presume, to own what is already yours. I only meant the highest respect for you.” she replied, knowing nothing she could possibly say; that would simmer down the kings temper. if he were to grab or harm her in anyway, his head would be removed from his shoulder’s in a matter of mil-seconds. her guards were skilled, and under went centuries of training. but the queen felt pity, and sadness; for she knew that even he did not know, he was sick.
“ Never, your majesty. Yes, your majesty, I understand; I do not challenge you. I do not want this land, for tis already ruled by a great king; such as yourself.” she said, bowing her head towards him. but when he rises from his great throne, her guards take a step forwards and grabs her, by both of her wrists; thinking that he might mean to harm her.
but she ushered them back, to where they stood; then she glanced back up at the king. she was frightened but, she would not show it. she knew how to protect herself, and she had her guards with her. “ Please your majesty, if I may take my will to leave; my people are waiting to leave, my husband will be worried. “ she replied, hoping to valar that he would let her leave.
rage burns hot in his eyes, she has stepped into the territory of a dragon, and if she’s foolish enough, she’ll get burned. perhaps he should remind her of what he did to those that displeased him with their presence alone. his eyes were bloodshot from the lack of sleep, and his weight had dropped due to his paranoia. some wanted him dead, and he was determined to live a long time, and if killing her ensured his survival, then he’d do just that. he sits back down, unphased by the presence of her men, this is his land, and if they dare harm him then they would all die. the thought of watching them all burn amused him greatly. what a fantastic image that would be, but it wasn’t worth war.
“respect?” he snarls, “here you are beneath me, you will always be beneath me.” he snaps cruelly, long fingernails digging into the armrests of the throne. he laughs madly then, the sound echoing across the throne room, “i’ve had a man’s tongue ripped out with hot pincers. the sight alone was pleasing.” he recalls, feeling a sadistic smirk slide onto his lips. but the scent of burning flesh alone was what he loved the most. it made him feel powerful, and above everyone else.
his eyes connected with that of his kingsguard, and they guarded the exit. the knights that protected him were the best fighters in the realm, an attack on his men would be an attack on him, reason enough to start a war. he had the advantage, and if she was wise, she’d play his rules, and his requests. “i burned a man alive, while his son choked himself to death trying to reach for a sword to save his father. i’ve had men burned alive.” he shouts, another sharp cackle leaving his lips.
“i am a dragon, and you are on my territory now. you will leave when i allow it, and if you try to attack my men, then i will rage war upon your filthy kingdom.” he snarls lowly. his voice is laced with venom, “you will stay, and you will do as i command, or you all will die.”
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