Romans & histoires Prisoners Of The Castle

Shawn smirked, “Princess Blanche, I think she is the one who came to see us last time and of course he didn’t tell me, the wind did and I also know who the culprit is but do not expect me to tell you.” Mrs Wright walked over with swiss rolls on plates and sat them down in front of her masters. She looked at Shawn and said, “It’s not easy to get information from inside the castle unless you have someone working for you in there.” Shawn looked at her and said, “Yes, you taught me well but that person is no longer there until I need him again.”

~~~~~~ Both Esther and Henri were handcuffed and dragged away towards the dungeons under the south wing of the castle. Esther yelled a string of colorful language, also stating that she didn't deserve to be treated like an animal and some other stuff. I honestly didn't hear the rest. Henri just looked pale and shocked at the turn of events. Me and my brother spent the rest of the morning arresting every single castle guard and putting them in the cells, fulfilling Phoenix's wish. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Prince Phoenix's POV

Not all fairytales have happy endings. "DONNELL!" The body of the now soldier fell with two holes in his stomach; Elliot Craig had intercepted them, and ordering his supporters to hold Collette, he shot the one who had stolen the heart of his beloved. Collette would be only his, and she would see to it from now on. "No, Elliot, please, please stop it!" Collette's heart-wrenching cries did not tenderize Elliot Craig's heart of stone. No matter how much she begged him to leave her lover alive, he threw Donnell Dunn's limp body into the ravine with a kick to the face.

This castle - more safely guarded than the strongest fortress in the world, for the natural barriers that surround it on all jagged sides - is the proud home of the lauded House Fannie, whose territory has rendered their kingdom the most well-insulated land of all five Houses. Or rather, it should have been, given that to traverse these mountains without the intimate knowledge held uniquely by those who have lived there their entire lives, would be the same as promised death. It would seem, however, that two men - lured by the promise of riches and power they will never get to spend - have managed to make the harrowing journey all the way into the castle, and even into Damian’s private chamb

Patel’s face darkened, “I wish I could say this surprised me, but very strange things have been coming from the castle as of late.” He looked at the group, “There has been strange sightings of trolls and other dark beings moving around the castle. There have even been reports of the fabled Demon King being sighted within our borders.” “Have their been any sightings of flying creatures?” Abby asked. “Yes, Princess.” Her face darkened as she looked at Grayson, “He has our children.” “You have our support, Princess,” Patel said fiercely. “We will help you rescue your children.” We continued our march to the coast, where the castle was located. Along the way, we picked up more and more support a

His voice trails off, a hesitation I don't often hear from him. "What about them?" I glare, my impatience flaring. Kirkland chuckles, the sound dark and humorless. "The princes have taken refuge in the dungeons. From what we can tell, they’ve decided to spend their last night alive fucking some slaves." "They're in the dungeons?" I clarify, the disgust rising in my chest. "Yes." Kirkland shakes his head, still in disbelief. "They might not even be aware the castle has fallen. We locked them down there, but they still seem to be, well, preoccupied. They haven’t even noticed what’s happening above."

I couldn't help the tears that streamed down my face. As Yamir led me toward an old castle in the middle of an unknown forest, I couldn't help but feel like I was walking toward my own doom. The castle was imposing, with five strong, square towers on two sides and big, thin walls made of light grey stone. The windows were tall and wide, and there were symmetric holes for archers and artillery. It was almost like our castle back in the Royal Pack, but this felt more like a prison than a home. "We’re here, Princess. Are you ready to start your new life with us?" Yamir asked. A smirk on his face made my stomach turn.

"This has been most... illuminating." In more ways than you intended, I suspect. "We're pleased you enjoyed it," William said with what seemed like genuine warmth. "If you require anything else, you need only ring for assistance." They departed with synchronized bows, leaving me alone to process what I'd learned. The castle was vast, ancient, and operated by rules that had nothing to do with normal reality. The servants were loyal to a degree that suggested either exceptional treatment or compelling reasons not to betray their employer. And somewhere in the depths of this impossible place, behind doors marked with claw gouges, something was being kept that the staff didn't want me to discove

Olivia's POV The castle prison was located on the basement floor of the tower. The bald walls and floor were made of gray cement, devoid of any decoration except for a glaringly white light on the ceiling, resembling a cement box. A silver-haired, stern-faced jailer led me forward. As he took each step, the keys on his waist swung, clashing against each other with a metallic sound.