You Own Me

"I am going to make sure the werewolf King does not back down from war," Herons promised Elizah. Elizah looked up at the overcast sky and hummed in approval. It was about time they put an end to this. These fuckers were going to face the storm.

Once the delegates departed, he returned to the throne room. Allain was sitting on the throne, Elizah took his seat beside him.

"He stole money from my shop, my lord. He should be punished severely," the merchant pointed at the cowering boy and narrated his case. The boy who must not be more than fifteen was trembling in fear. He was wearing shabby clothes and his face bore many small cuts. His lips were swollen due to beating. He was a beggar.

"Me..mercy, your majesty. My sister was hungry for four days. She would have died of starvation," the boy joined his hands and begged the King as fat tears slid down his eyes. The King sent him a cold glare.

"40 lashes on his back," Allain declared. His verdict brought a content smile on the p