Well, I’m back.
Let’s play a game. It’s called Which Little Biondo Shall I Punish For Insolence First?
What? Are you kidding me? You’re pathetic.
Don’t…. please don’t hurt Ella.
Let’s play a game. It’s called Which Little Biondo Shall I Punish For Insolence First?
What? Are you kidding me? You’re pathetic.
Don’t…. please don’t hurt Ella.
Just… maybe you should calm down before you get hurt or something, Belle.
I’m more focused on your well being than my own, little squirt.
(Source: dominic-botticelli)
Careful, little girl. You think you’d care a bit more, considering I control the fate of your sister. But by all means, if you think swearing at me and pissing me off bodes well for her, continue piccolo scarafaggio.
Don’t call me little girl. That’s rude and patronizing and I’m not standing for it. Oh, are a few words wounding your ego? Did I hurt a nerve? You won’t touch Ella. You’ll prove that you aren’t a small minded, sad excuse for a king and not treat her the way you’ve been threatening to.
God, Belle, your language. I’m fine. Are you…. are you okay?
That’s not even as bad as my language can get, Ella. No, you’re not fine when you have a psychotic king trying to claim you’re his slave. I’m pretty sure that’s classified as the exact opposite of fine. I’m going to get us out of here, though. I’m.. I’m just in a cell. Nothing to worry about here.
(Source: dominic-botticelli)
You’ll what? I’ve she’s your sister, a mere commoner, that means you’re a slave here too. And you had better hope your master will let the fact that you’re yelling at royalty slide.
A mere commoner? No. She is… so much more— you.. she isn’t a slave and neither am I. That’s illegal! And fuck you and your royalty. You don’t deserve and ounce of respect if you’re sitting around and threatening a seventeen year old that you won’t feed her. What kind of fucking king are you that you do that? Cause I think that pretty much makes you a really fucking terrible one.
No? Whatever I want? Thanks for the permission, love. But I didn’t need it. I could let you starve for days and no one would care. I could bring you to my room and make you sleep on my floor every night like a dog, waiting for me to give you the next order. As far as the academy is concerned, you belong to me, and your insolence stops now. I’ll send the guards for you.
Excuse me? You stay away from my sister, you fucking wanker! If you… if you do anything to hurt her…
Aidan MacGreggor. It’s - Well I’d like to say it’s pleasant to meet you, but it’s not so much, now is it?
Not pleasant at all. You’re… a— captive, then? Any idea on how we can get ourselves out of here?
I do understand, actually. You’ve been sold into slavery and human trafficking and they’ve deemed you good enough to serve royalty. The sooner you accept that the better. Unfortunately, I’m here because my country’s currently being invaded and I have no idea what’s going on or what’s happening to my parents so trust me when I say you are not the only person with problems here.
They… deemed me good enough? To serve royalty? How wonderful of them. I’m not accepting jack shit. I’m not a slave and neither is Ella. We’re getting out of here because.. this.. this is illegal.
I don’t know how I’d like to explain it, Miss?
Miss? I.. Annabelle. And yours?
Newsflash, honeybee: we all would.
I’m sure. But you don’t understand. I don’t even have most of an idea of what the hell is going on here and I see this wanker saying that my sister is working for him. And that— that… is not okay. What the hell is going on here?
