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Tristan sighed it had been proven useless trying to untie his hands, seeing as he a few of his fingers were broken. He would ask one of his cousins to help him, if they weren’t both sill passed out. Every inch of his body was sore, every breath he took shoots jabbing sharp pains to his sides, as if few of his ribs were broken too. So much had happen, in so short a time, in the matter of one day, Tristan was poisoned, overshadowed, battened up to a bloody pulped, and kidnapped. Tristan pushed himself up to a sanding position, using the stone wall to hold himself up he slowly limped over towards the cell door. “I demand to see your leader.” He growled in contempt of loathing, he spoke to the two guards who took up post at the outside and each opposite sides of the cell door.
‘He has no time to waste on the likes of you…’ One of the male guards manages to express a reply to the broken prince. “So he’s a lazy, coward, like the rest of you.” Tristan egged the guards further into anger, a bad, but useful habit that Tristan was great at. One of the guards quickly grabbed Tristan by his hair yanked him out of that cell only to quickly toss him into another open cell right across from the other one. The other guard quick unlocked, locked, both cell doors. The guard that bullied Tristan was now locked in this cell with the prince. ‘You speak as if you know us….’ The guard billowed as he began to beat Tristan full forced into the stomach, then his face, kicked in the groin, and punched over repeatedly. Tristan doubled in pain, in gasps of air Tristan told the guard how it was. “Well it is pathetic; you’re beating up a bond man.” Tristan spat blood and saliva onto the guard as well as a broken tooth. The guard, who was to bring the food and water to the prisoners, came running down the hall yelling at the two guards. Three other guards came into the cell holding after hearing the commotions. The guard who was beating up Tristan was ripped out of the cell and sent to talk to the boss. Tristan glared with complete loathing at each guard before falling to his knees. The amount of pain was more then he could take at the moment.
All the guards spoke to each other in hushed tones, all incomprehensible to Tristan’s thoughts. Tristan closed his eyes and thought to will away the pain, he made his mind think of a game of chess, a very complex game. Several days pass, with Tristan going in and out of consciousness, at one point when he was passed out, one of the more friendly guards was brave enough to unbound Tristan’s hands. Tristan was left alone in the other cell overlooking the others in the cell across from him. He ate little, to keep from thinking that they ‘Sands’ would continue to poisoning him with sleeping potions, to keep the hot tempered prince at bay. One day late afternoon, two female guards stood at duty, one got brave enough to engage a conversation with Tristan. ‘Soooo, you’re the mighty prince of darkness…..’ Tristan rolled his eyes but returned the girls inquirer. “I’m humble servant of the people….” ‘Is it true that you have to take a bride before you turn twenty, or the queens will choose one for you?’ ‘How the hell does everyone know that?’ Tristan thought to himself before answering. “Yes…..” ‘Not that it mean that I’ve found anyone who, I would declare my undying love for.