I crawl over the dirty floor making. My way to where the King is waiting. I try to not put much weight on my leg, but it doesn't help when the guard keeps kicking me to keep moving. Like I'm a slave.

Finally we arrive at the throne room where the guard pushes me inside and closes the door behind him leaving me to the King. As I look up I realize that it's not only the king, but the queen and the princes too.

I look back down when I meet eyes with the King and if looks could kill I would seriously be dead.

"Stand!" The King commands. I follow his orders standing up, but the pain is too strong and I end up falling ask down.

"I said stand!" He king commands even louder.

"I-I-I C-C-Can't," I say barely above a whisper. I watch as the king is about to yell at me again, but the Queen stops him.

"I don't think she can," the queen says directed to the King. The king turns back towards me and yells toward the guards.

"Get a chair!" He commands and the guards scramble away coming back thirty seconds later with a chair. That was quick.

The guards pull me down into the chair chaining my hands around the arm rests, so I can't go anywhere.

"What is your name?" The king yells at me.

"I-Ivy T-T-Tree," I say stuttering.

"Ivy Tree is dead!" The kind says, "who are you really?"

"I told you," I say as tears start to form in my eyes.

"You liar!" The king exclaims, "why are you here and how did you get hurt?"

"I came back to be in the selection a-and I-I was s-shot," I say as tears start streaming down my face.

"Get her out of here, you filthy liar!" The king yells at me as I break down in sobs. The guards grab me and carry me roughly back down to my cell throwing me inside before locking it again.