Chapter 4:

Cyran slowly opened his eyes.

They felt so heavy, as if a rock was placed above it.

'ah!' he groaned. Apart from the splitting headache and muscle cramps, he also found himself to be cold and shivering.

'where are my clothes?' is the first question he asked to the stranger standing beside him. the tall muscular man suited in metal armor didn't reply.

He looked straight with a stoned face and didn't move a muscle even when he kept asking him.

'come on! where am I? who are you?' he asked again, this time with a little more aggressive.

The stranger shot one look at him before he retreated back to his original position.

'really? first you steal my clothes and now you don't even answer my questions? do you know who I am? do you know my worth?' he yelled to the armored man.

He must be a guard or a soldier, Cyran assumed.

Still not talking. He sighed as he looked around him. The whole place was empty, aside from the hard stone bed he was placed on and the fire lit all around the place as a source of light.

He was literally in his under garments and shivering from nearly drowning in the ocean.

Boy, was that an experience he can cross off in his bucket list.

'okay. can anyone please get me some clothes. Anyone?' he begged to the other side of the room.

There was no one to be seen, except the soldier.

ah, this is so confusing. Where am I and who is this guy? He remebered that he had released an SOS signal and the habitants of the land might've seen it and rescued him.

But doesn't look like a rescue when you are stripped off of your clothes and forced to be in an empty chamber. He stood up warily. Luckily he was stable enough to walk to the door.

The soldier looked at him but didn't try to stop him. He tried pulling the heavy, massive wooden door but it wouldn't budge.

'not pulling? well how about pushing!' he rammed himself to the door with his shoulders hitting the door very hard.

'AAAH!' he screamed from pain. The muscle pain just increased with level 30.

'it's made from oak, you can't just open it with your measly shoulder.' the soldier finally repiled. His voice was gruffy and rough.

'well then don't you have a key? I want to see your commander immmediately!' he demanded. The soldier looked at him and nodded no.

'I have recieved orders to not to let anyone in or anyone out before her highness comes.' he replied.

'Her highness?' he asked in an irritated tone. So he is sitting here imprisoned because they want him to meet the queen.

He hasn't seen a lot of monarchies in most of the planets. Only a few of them still have the hierarchial status of a queen or a king.

But even they are changed to a constitutional monarchy or a dysfunctional monarchy where the people decide who the next heir will be.

'Ok then, when will your queen be here? As I already told you, I'm hungry, I'm thirsty, and I'm shivering for Myrth's sake!' he yelled angrily.

'Maintain the tone of yours and those will be one of the reasons of your death.' he growled.

'Fine. I'll wait here or whatever. but you know you can just, I don't know, give me my clothes back.' he protested.

'I'm sorry, I haven't recieved any orders from anyone to provide you with clothes. I'm afraid you have to stay like that alive until the queen arrives and arranges something for you.' he replied casually.

Stay like that alive? that will be hard especially since you are shivering or starving to your death.

'alright fine...' he groaned trying to keep himself together for some more time. His whole body was decieving him

It felt like he was left locked in a fridge.

He thought of all the things he would be doing if he wasn't locked up in some chamber and slowly freezing to his death.

'I wanna go home.' he whined curling his body up to a ball.

Kara and peanut were laying on their beds talking to each other.

No, talking is not the correct way to describe it.

Kara was the one who was doing all the talking. Peanut just sat there and nodded while he chewed on his peanuts. He occassionally screeched of agreement or disagreement.

Kara had been locked up in her chamber again because she was doing her mathematics wrong.

'Princess Kara, could you tell me what is 2 multiplied by 23 is?' the teacher, ms.Howard asked.

'Oh! it's 223!' she answered so confidently that some people were impressed that she got it in a short time.

'what? mind repeating that for me? what is 2 times 23?' she asked a bit more irritated this time.

'Uh...232?' she gulped.

The teacher fumed and told her to get out of the class.

'I will discuss this with you later in the evening with your mother. Until then, please stay out of the class princess.' Ms.Howard growled.

And that's how they spent the other half of their day locked in their chambers until her mother arrives.

'you know peanut, I always thought that I let mother down. I mean, why would I need to learn counting and addition? I only need to count to count the number of bodies of my enemies!' she chorused.

The monkey just looked at her and laughed comically.

'Oh yeah? Don't get any ideas, I'm just doing something random since we are dying of boredom in this room. Can't believe I had five lessons on ETIQUETTE today! who needs that when you have swords and bows?' she ranted.

Peanut stayed silent. 'ugh! and for the record the princesses all hate me. Well that's great because I hate them too! go rot in hell princess Peach I don't care!' she cursed, but not too loudly because if someone learns that she had been swearing and insulting a royalty they will come to teach her the rules and punish her for he wrongdoings.

'If I was good in these things, would you think mother wouldn't be disappointed in me?' she asked sorowfully.

Peanut didn't say anything. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her and squawed in a low tone.

She knew what he meant: 'It's going to be okay.'