"We met tonight. Walking to that front door felt much like I would imagine approaching the courtroom. The sole trial that would depict whether you were to be freed, or to be sent to the chopping block. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end the entire time. I could almost feel his riling anger the closer I came to the door.
It was one of his pets that let me in. She seemed to be a sweet woman, perhaps too much so to be one of my King's. She seemed to be a willing servant, which I could only imagine how he'd obtained her. Should the opportunity arise, I may ask her.
The girl was there, too. The one from last night. Martyr, I've learned her name is. I don't quite know why she was there, but the moment I sat down to speak to my King, it became apparent... I was the reason. I think she was trying to be subtle about it. But her reluctance on leaving the room made it clear, at least to me why she was there. He'd been sly at first, trying to convince her to leave the room, I could only assume because she refused to leave the home...
Whatever hold she has on him perplexes me, I am abashed as to why he puts up with what she does. Though, I can only be thankful that he does, else my demise would have surely been met this night...
He convinced her to leave the room with his pet, to reside in the kitchen so we could speak. Through our conversing, I learned that it was not my action that has angered him so much at my presence now. He admitted to being angered long ago by my going to Mira for help, but informed me he'd long since gotten past it.
It... it's been my absence, my cowardice, that has turned his graces from me. Perhaps waiting as long as I had was a terrible, horrible mistake. Perhaps if I had come to him long ago, knelt to his mercy and asked his forgiveness, he would've understood and I would be in my King's services once more. Instead, I hid with my dishonorable fear washing through me at the very thought of his wrath.
He'd given me precisely five minutes to convince him to take mercy on me, to convince him that I had made a grave mistake and would do what I could to gain his trust and be his loyal kin again.
I.... I... failed... him. Again. My words weren't enough to sway him from his intentions, and I met my fate. Lifted by my throat, I felt the floor stolen from me, and I dangled there like a helpless, pathetic puppy. I couldn't bring myself to lash back, to struggle, to fight him. I had disappointed him, and I... I am too exhausted to keep running from him.
I thought that he was going to tear out my unbeating heart and crush it in his hand. There was a moment where I thought I saw my life flash before my eyes, but what I saw... I didn't like it. The life of a coward, the life of a runner, the life of a dishonorable man. I was ashamed to see that life. Not for the time I spent as his loyal adviser, as the head of the counsel, the King's right hand. But my failure.
And just when I thought it was all going to end, that I was going to be sent to the Hunting Grounds, only to be hunted down by every monster known and unknown to man... I was spared. Not by the King himself, but by the woman... Martyr. I suppose her name is only suiting as... She sacrificed herself. Threw herself in front of me after I was tossed aside like garbage. A part of me was grateful, a part of me was ashamed, but the biggest part of me wanted to tell her to run. To not get between the King and I. I tried... but my voice wouldn't work, I wish I could pass it off as the King damaging my vocal cords... But it was fear and being speechless of her actions that only allowed me a few simple words.
She revealed how to kill her... To him... She put her life in his hands and told him that in order to get to me, he had to get through her. It was painful to watch, and if my cowardice hadn't prevented me from staying on my knees like a pathetic worm, I would've perhaps done something. I wanted to more than anything. Seeing that sweet woman put her life on the line for someone such as I... I was completely disgusted with myself... I am disgusted with myself.
Just when I thought her attempts were for nothing, that he was going to take us both out, he didn't. He told us both to leave. I know he was going for the means to kill her. It was there in his hand. I don't know if it was mercy alone or something she told him... but he spared us.
I don't know if I'll ever get into my King's good graces again, to be a part of his kin or merely shunned from his bloodline. But Martyr... I owe her my life. If she'll permit me, I wish to repay my debt by any means possible. For the bravery I lacked, she showed ten fold. I would not be here today were it not for her. Words cannot express my appreciation, my admiration and my gratitude for her show of honorable bravery. Though I am disgusted with myself and unsure how useful I am at this point, I'm sure I can come up with something to repay her."