Meeting the king

[Fran's pov]

I watched the outside of the castle as everyone prepared to leave, a soft sigh escaping my lips as I stared on with hooded eyes. My fingers would tap against my side repeatedly, my foot pressed slightly harder against the floor. I felt anxious…

I turn around, walking down the quiet halls, my feet echoing with each step, breathing shallow.

"Listen boy," My father- no the king's words would echo in my mind as I walked, my teeth gritted and my pace increased.

"You need to save your sister, no matter what. Even if it costs you your life," I remember them vividly, for it was the day before the war, the first time I felt true fear, fear of my fighting, fear of him.

"Why not play a game?" The voices would just continue, this time it would be the gentle, soft, seductive voice of a woman.