Chapter Two-Hundred-And-Thirty-Seven
**3rd Person POV**
Nathan walked quietly past the rows of cells underground. He had been tasked with finding Irvette and while he suspected that she was not in the Kingdom of Dome, it did not hurt to make certain of his suspicions. So he had bribed a servant who delivered food to the cellmates to take his place tonight. He had said he just wanted to know how the cells looked and as a joke, the servant had given him his uniform and told him to see for himself. So here he was checking the faces of the inmates as he gave them their meals through a small point in their cell gates. Most of them snarled at him as he passed by them, some even spewing profanities at him but he ignored them all. There were the quiet ones who did not seem to mind anything that went on about them; it felt like they had succumbed to the weariness and they were just waiting to die.
He was done with the first level of cells. The servant had told him that there were deeper levels than that. There were levels that only got fed once a month but Nathan did not want to tempt his fate by going down there. At least not today. He had seen enough to give him nightmares for the next month.
He bowed his head as he walked out of the cell area. If the guards had noticed that he was not the servant assigned here, he would end up behind bars too. However, he had only barely made it out of sight when a voice said, “Stop!”
He ignored the command and continued on as though he had not heard a thing but he could not ignore the command twice so he stopped.
“Turn,” the voice ordered.
Nathan felt chills running down his spine. He had thought of the many ways he could end up dead but he had never thought that he would end up as vampire food because that was what would happen should he be thrown in one of those cells.
He turned and kept his head bowed, hoping that he would not be asked to look up.
“I wonder, Nathan when your name became Mathew,” there was no point keeping his head towards the ground anymore. He looked up and he was confronted with Prince Kristoff’s face. Charlotte had managed to save him the last time but there would be no Charlotte today. Nathan got down on his knees and began to beg.
He could sense that the vampire was not moved by his pleas and cries for mercy.
“What is your motive for coming to my palace?” asked Kristoff in an unfeeling tone. Nathan's heart pounded within his chest. What was he to tell the vampire? That he was looking for Irvette or perhaps George? That if he found Irvette he was going to attempt to break her out of jail if possible?
“Have mercy on me, Your Royal Highness,” he pleaded with the vampire, knowing that his pleas would fall on deaf ears.
“Mercy? Define mercy, the concept is rather strange to my kind. I'll tell you what mercy is. It was when I pardoned you for stealing flowers from my garden,” Kristoff's voice was quiet and yet creepy. Nathan knew instinctively that if he made it out alive it was a miracle.
“I will never come here again, it will never happen…”
“Oh, it will. Because your motive is stronger than whatever I can do to you. So tell me, what is your motive for coming to my palace?”
Nathan was mum. He could not admit to why he came here and he could not say that he was serving the duty of his queen as that would only drag Alison into trouble. However, he did not want to face the wrath of the vampire by taking sole responsibility.
“Your Royal Highness, do you need me to take care of him?” asked a guard who was passing by.
“Are you saying I cannot take care of my business?” demanded Kristoff in a cold, menacing voice. Ever since he had lost the fight to Charlotte, he began to feel as though his own servants looked upon him with some sort of pity and he loathed the feeling. The guard hurriedly scurried past lest he be the victim of transferred aggression.
“Answer one simple question and I will let you go,” said Kristoff. Nathan did not dare look up or say a word. He knew that whatever question Kristoff had in mind for him was only going to get him in trouble.
“Who needs the flowers?” quipped the vampire prince.
“They are beautiful flowers,” came Nathan's response.
“I failed to remind you of the consequences of lying to me. I will make you eat dirt, try me and find out what I mean by that,” said Kristoff.
Nathan said nothing. He had no response to give to the vampire. If he lied and said the flowers were for his mother, it would not exactly be a lie. He remembered quite clearly that when he had followed Alison to the palace as a young boy, he had met Lady Irene. She had been the epitome of grace and selflessness. She was the one who made him feel at home. He had experienced more warmth in her arms than he had ever received from his own mother. So in a way, she was like a mother to him. He would not be going through all this trouble if he felt no personal attachment to the family.
Kristoff bent down when he saw that the werewolf before him was not going to say a word.
“What? Cat got your tongue?” the vampire quipped, taunting the werewolf.
“Do you just enjoy intimidating servants or are you just particularly interested in Nathan,” it was Charlotte's voice. Nathan could not believe his ears. He did not know what had led her here but he now owed his life to her.
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