If it was a normal situation he would never be that vulnerable, but he was there for over a week now, hurt, without water or food. If it was a normal person would be long dead, but he didn’t die. He was weak and fragile, but still alive.
He opened his black eyes to see the other’s staring at him, without smiling or shouting at him like he was doing for the past days. Ren Kouen, the prince from the Kouen empire.
But for the Sindria’s advisor that was nothing, the physical punishment meant nothing.
His hands were broken, he did himself in order to get rid of the handcuffs, Ja’far was indeed too weak to run away from a entire country, captured in the way to the port and thrown to a cage one more time.
The floor was clean and neat, he was inside of the palace, they had put him on a white room, all the blood was washed daily. Iit was so much better than his own room when he was a little kid in his assassin days.
Ja’far could feel his shoulders and face on the cold floor as he tried to get his head up. There was no strenght anymore so he just felt again.
But none word had coming out of this mouth since the was captured in the desert. They could torture him for years he would not speak anything.
-I wonder if any other generals would handle this as much as you are- he said- It have been days already and you look like you might die soon.
So the knife he was holding pass through this arms, making a blood path until his exposure shoulder.
-I wonder what your king is gonna say if he knew I did all this to you.
Tears fall from his eyes when the prince’s wrist punch him on his stomach twice, angry.
-How do you think he is gonna react when I catch you like a little bird for making my little sister for fool? Using she as his toy? Pretending to like her, faking, hurting her.
Other kick and punch until the prince was tired and seat again in a nice fancy chair put in front of him.
-What do you mean to him ah? I know he is looking for you for all kingdoms, not only mine, and he is using his own army only for looking for one person. Not suited for a king, even if you are his adviser.
No answer, nothing, of course Ja’far never agreed with the use of the princess to spy Kouen, but again, he is loyal to his king, and would follow him to hell.
He was pulled to sit, but he was so weak he slipped to the floor again, his eyes barely opened and pain all over his body.
-What do you think he is gonna do when he finds out that I hurt you so bad you might not recover yourself?
-What are you, Ja’far?- he was close now, very dangerously close, his Golden eyes shining like jewelry, beautiful starring so close he could feel the warm breath in his face. Smelled good, like a king, not much different from Sinbad.- his, adviser? His friend? His family?
And them, a smile, oh he knew what he was going to do, he had seem that look a thousand times already in his life since he was a little child.
-Are you his lover?- he asked in a whisky voice close enough to feel his warm breath in his face- I’m right, you are his lover aren’t you? I’ve heard Sinbad has unusual taste for both men and women.
-You are pretty enough for someone to play with.
Ja’far didn’t say a word but his heart skip a beat.
