“Your Highness, you’re a fool!”

“What was I suppose to do?”

“Arrest her!”

“She is arrested…technically. I’m just protecting her.”

“Why, Caspian, why her?”

I open my eyes, trying to distinguish the unfamiliar voice complaining to Caspian.

Bright sunlight stings my eyes. I glance around the room.

I’m in a lavish, four poster bed, with luxurious blankets.

Gold gilded pictures and artifacts spot the marvelous, bright room.

“Hey, Keyna. How’s your head?”

I look over to Caspain and roll my eyes.

He _betrayed_ me. He _kidnapped_ me.

“Why would you care?” I gruff.

“Good luck,” a man with red hair says. He leaves the room with haste.

Caspian steps closer. I see concern storming in his eyes, but I find no regret nor sorrow for what he’s done.

“I’m not sorry about what I did. It was for the betterment of the kingdom, Keyna.”

“That’s ridiculous! You can’t actually think what your father is doing is right—“

“I’m not saying that,” he interrupts. “But protesting won’t do anything, Keyna. I know my father. He is brutal and cold. He could care less about the powerless.”

So it’s true then. The king really has no care for the powerless.

I shake my head and attempt to escape, but the invisible bonds halt me.

“Caspian, let me go,” I say sternly.

“I can’t do that.”

I struggle against the force holding me down.

“Why not!” I breathe, a scream threatening to burst from my throat.

“If I let you go, they’d kill you, Keyna,” he responds.

“Who?”

“The powerful. They are threatened by you. They _fear_ you.”

Fear me?

A knock sounds at the door. Caspian releases the invisible bonds from me.

I twist my wrists out of relief.

“Your Highness, your father requires your presence,” a voice says from the door.

Caspain bows.

He walks over to me and says, “I have a plan. The powerless will not live in pain anymore. I promise.”

He leaves.

After what feels like hours, Caspian returns to the room.

Blood soaks his hands.

“Cas?” I say out of fear.

“The king is dead. I am now the king.”

I shake out of fear.

“Did-did you kill-“

“You wanted change, Keyna, and I brought it. The powerless are powerless no more. They are free.”

Yes they are free but at what cost?

“So I am free?” I ask hesitantly.

Caspian laughs. “No, you will be my queen.”

_Queen_.