L'Obscurité

[Wolfs Ghost]

He glared at her, moving his finger off the trigger.

While she dropped her head back down, he brought the pistol across the side of her face, hard. "I don't need to know who the hell you are, you incompetent fool!" He shouted, outraged. He looked at the boy, "Out. Now."

The boy nodded, looking at the prisoner one more time and left the room. "And you," He shouted looking back at the woman, "You're getting an hour. Non more non less. If you haven't came through with your own senses by then, madame, I will be killing you."

He shook his head and calmly walked out of the room. "Keep her chained, and don't give her any liquids. Maybe she'll die of dehydration." He said to the guard as he walked by. "Oui, Milord." The guard acknowledged while quickly moving to shut the door behind the Prince.

He looked over towards the boy, who was staring at him. "To think," He said out loud, lightly as he put his hands in his pockets, now walking towards the stairs. "That wasn't suppose to of failed."

30 minutes later

It would be another thirty minutes before he made his way back down to the prisoner, or the torture chamber. Though, servants wandering down the hallway near the Prince's study soon found themselves in danger of an assortment of objects being thrown around, some even making it out into the hall-way. One servant entered the room after a chemistry book was flung out into the hallway, knocking over a sculpture of the King, which hit the ground and broke.

"Mon Prince!" The Servant shouted.

Stopping with an object, another book, in his hand, he took a deep breath and slowly turned around. "What?" He shouted, she could feel his anger the moment his eyes laid upon her, and she quickly straightened herself up. "You..you knocked over a sculpture of your father." She hesitated, gesturing out into the hallway. He raised an eyebrow, and gave a light laugh. "Oh? Well...I'll order a new one." He said in a sarcastic tone, that she didn't catch due to his smile. "Do you think that I really care about that right now!" He suddenly shouted throwing the book towards her, she flinched as the book slammed to the ground next to her. "Get out of here or I'll have your damn head on a pike!"

She swallowed hard and took a couple of steps back as another book was flung into her general direction. "Mon Prince! Please!" She begged.

Joseph stopped and looked at her again, taking in a deep breath. "Mirabelle, I don't have the damn time to listen to you whine right now." He said through his teeth as he glared at her, "I understand Milord, but this is important! I just didn't know what to say to get you to stop! Please just listen for a few seconds."

"Then speak." He grabbed another book, this time opening it. "Milord, your father sent a message. He wishes for you to take the Royale DeFrance in the upcoming campaign against the Council." She said quickly, He looked over at her and only smiled. "Very well. Send him a message saying that the Valor will need to be ready before I can take it. He should know these small pathetic details by now. Go."

She bowed, and turned quickly leaving the room. Once she was gone he looked back at the book and dropped it on the table next to him, "Why does it seem that my family is incompetent of doing things themselves?" He sighed lightly and opened the book, pulling the chair out and taking a seat.

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