Choices? Ch 13 Thrones

Chapter Thirteen

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"Kyle!"

I spun at the sound if my wife's voice and smiled as she seemed so happy. She was positively beaming as she ran up to me with only a grace she could muster.

"Yes, Love?"

"I've found it! I found the answer! We have to go see my father at once."

I was stunned. The answer? Then Mimi laughed.

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I had to laugh at the look on his face. He looked stunned. I grabbed his hand and began to drag him out of the building and into an alleyway. I looked around before teleporting to my father's palace. The walls were gold now. I stared at them in confusion, my father HATED gold. Weird. I shook my head and practically marched Kyle down to my father's "Throne Room" He had not actually built it. The room had always been there. And I don't mean as in for ages, I mean since The Creator, well Created everything. I pushed open the heavy doors to see my father smirking. He would not be smirking soon. I laughed at that thought.

"What do you want daughter?"

The word daughter sounded as if it had been pulled by force from his mouth. I gave him a smirk to rival his and told him smugly, "I came to keep my side of the deal."

He glared at me before clicking his fingers. Guards came rushing in from the six corners of the room. [A/N That’s not a mistake the room is Hexagon shape.] They forced Kyle into a cirtyughejsh tyreuwis [circle of imprisonment.] My father turned back to me and his smirk had grown back larger than ever.

"Really? Then lets commence shall we?"

He signaled with his hand to one of his assistants and a score or so of people came flocking into the hall. She turned stunned and confused. The people stood in a semi-circle around Kyle, who had simply sat down on the chair "kindly" (note sarcasm) provided by my "father". I stared at my husband, the only reason I was not losing my temper was that he wasn't harmed. The first time they hurt him and this entire Dhia Rí was coming down. I spun to face my father again. He was sitting on his "throne" again shoulders raised yet relaxed, eyes bright yet dark and looking the part of a Rí le Dhia Rí. If you were a stranger unprepared you would instantly know he was powerful and demanded respect, which was well earned. You would not see any good because something about him made you not want to. He would appear evil.

And he would most definitely not appear to be the laughing carefree man who Melissa had lived with during the summer. No, that man had disappeared In his place stood a cold hearted, unforgiving God who was most definitely not her father.

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