*Špread Ŷour Ŵings*

[. εғғч .]

Isabelle hesitantly walked down the steps to the dungeon, immediately being trampled by the men, their eyes pleading for release. She felt a pang of sympathy, why did she have to pick just one, they all deserve freedom.. The girl thought her herself as she scanned the crowd for the most interesting.

[Scottish Girl]

There was the sound of shouting and a whip crack and all the slaves at once scurried away. The guard pushed through, still holding onto Andrew, before stopping in surprise as he saw the king. He quickly pushed Andrew hard against the wall,"Don't move," he warned, before turning to the king and bowing. Andrew groaned softly, his right cheek bleeding, but he didn't move.

[. εғғч .]

Isabelle flinched at the sound of a whip cracking sounded through the hollow chamber. She turned to see her father being greeted by a guard, in his grip was a young looking boy. What is he doing here? He looks too young to be treated as horrible as he is.. Isabelle sighed, noticing the small cut in the boys cheek. She reached out her hand to help him but quickly retracted her arm.

[Scottish Girl]

He guard noticed her looking at Andrew and quickly stepped in front of him,"I suppose you are looking for a slave, Andrew go back to your cell," he said and one of the other guards came walking over and pushed him towards a his cell, pushing him in and locking the door.

[. εғғч .]

Isabelle's eyes grew wide instantly at the word slave. "A... slave!?" She screeched. "Is this why you brought me here, dad?! I don't want a slave!" She whined. "These people are too innocent to be slaves!"

[Scottish Girl]

The guard laughed softly,"Innocent! Anyway, I will make a selection for you o our highest ranking soldiers, please follow me," he said, brushing away her objections. He smiled as he walked past the cells,"Only he finest soldiers from the arm are in this dungeon, general's, captains, even the very man who announced war in this country," he said with a grin.

[. εғғч .]

Isabelle gritted her teeth, her eyes blinking with anger. "What about that guy that you just put into that cell? Is he allowed to leave with me?" She questioned.

[Scottish Girl]

The guard smiled softly,"You mean Andrew, he has just been caught. His father was one of the leading lights, the very man who started the war. Now that he is dead what he did falls on Andrews shoulder, sometimes I feel sorry for the boy, only became general a month ago," he said but shrugged his shoulders. He web to the end of the dungeon where there was a clipboard,"There are the names and titles, which slave would you like to look at," he said and handed her the clipboard.

[. εғғч .]

"I don't need to look at the list." Isabelle shot at him sternly. "I want Andrew." She rolled her eyes slowly before pacing around the cellar back and forth, biting her lip anxiously.

[Scottish Girl]

The guard looked up,"You want Andrew, miss, I do not think that is very wise, Andrew is a high ranked officer, he is not really suitable," he said, but he clicked his finers and another guard came over and unlocked one of the cell doors. He stepped in and a minute later came out, his hand gripping Andrew's t-shirt as he pulled him out. Andrew stumbled slightly, only just managing to keep his balance.