My feet slowly shuffle across the cold, but elegant marble floor. I begin to count the tiny golden flakes in the flooring, trying to distract myself from the hundreds of people looking at me either confused or judging me. Despite how many people in the room, the only sound is the clanging of the chains binding my wrists together, and the sound of the royal guard's boots behind me. "Get your ass going! We don't have all day, you stupid bitch!" I stop counting as the guard shoves me forward. I glare at the floor, silently cussing at the guard. I begin to walk a little faster. Not wanting to look at anyone, I keep my head down.

     Reaching the end of the long room, I slowly raise my head. I gasp at the sight in front of me. There is a giant golden throne with a red cushion, sitting on top of a platform. The platform is three or so inches taller than my five foot nine frame so and the throne could comfortable seat two, possibly even three people. The boot of the guard hits the back of my knees, bringing me out of my thoughts. My knees hit the ground making me cry out in pain.

     I look over to see my brother on his knees beside me. Unlike me, there are chains on both his wrists and ankles. A burlap sack covers his bowed head. Two guards stand behind him, while I only have one. Which I found weird.

     An older man walks out onto the platform stopping beside the throne. I look around the room to see everyone standing from their seats. "Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome King Dominguez!"