Velvet Verbosity‘s 100 word challenge
Before the king
I had closed my eyes, waiting for teeth to rip through my flesh and indulge in my blood.
I opened my eyes (against my better judgement) when all I felt was hot breath against my cheek.
He stood in a statuesque state once more. Only his eyes moved. They darted back and forth, up and down. Was he trying to sense danger in me? How would I communicate that I wasn’t a threat? I was merely trying to observe his people?
Moving my arms were useless, but as best I could, I lifted my hands and held them up in surrender.
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