Wouldn’t Hurt A Fly

We arrived back to the castle in the early hours of the morning, honestly I thought it would go as smoothly as leaving the castle would be, but boy was I mistaken! We were supposed to leave the safe house this morning, but Gray got word that Rupert somehow learnt the location of the safe house, he blames his mother for showing up. So late last night after being literally dragged from bed and into a car, we arrived at the castle in the really early hours. Gray wasn't kidding when he told me they put an increase in the guard presents around the castle, they're down every corridor and office I even saw them in a crawl space when I was walking around! Let's just hope they don't get too overwhelming, but I know Gray is only doing this as he cares. I was so nervous for the day ahead of me, if you remember Erik told me he had something he needed to discus with me about Cyrus. Everything with Gray's mother kind of put that subject to the side for a little while, while I was getting ready this morning we had a mind-link conversation. He proceeded to tell me that with the little witnesses we have against Gray's father, it is highly unlikely that he will get any prison time. He could try to twist it and make the court see that he was only doing it for his people, we know for sure he will get some sort of charge for what he did against Matilda, it's just his other crimes we need to pin against him so there's no way he'll be able to leave that cell. We only have my father at this point, he told Erik something I didn't think would be too much of a problem, but according to Erik it was a huge problem. My dad was there when they were executing the horrifying acts but, he was never there when Gray's father would give them the assignments. Erik explained that Preston could twist it and make it seem like he never told these men to do anything, they did it for the love of their King. If we want him to go down with as little complications as possible, Cyrus is going to have to testify against him. When I was told that I had to sit down for a second, if Cyrus was to testify we'd have to make some kind of arrangement with him. The only way he would testify against Preston was if he was let out of prison, which would mean he would never pay for the crimes he committed and he would be able to walk out scotch free. But as I've said before, Preston is such a bigger fish in this sea of horrible people, so after a minute I eventually agreed to trying to persuade Cyrus into testifying. Erik offered for him to have the conversation with Cyrus but I said no, he'd probably laugh Erik out the room but I know if I did it, I'll probably take him off guard. He knew growing up I was petrified of him, maybe in his head he still believes I am. Honestly, there are times when I think back to my childhood and I do get scared, but over these last few months of being Queen I've learnt to embrace the times when I'm scared. I have been able to do things I never dreamed would have been possible, I hardly get nervous talking with new people now, I'm able to go out and speak in front of crowds, I stood up for myself in a board room of men who really didn't respect me in anyway. If I can do all that, I can have a sit down conversation with my uncle. I was stood outside the entrance of the dungeons, somewhere I've been more times than I thought I would. Gray doesn't know I'm doing this as I know what he'd say, actually there is no way he'd allow me to do this. Guards were just securing all the prisoners so there was no chance one would get free, this is where they keep the worst of the worst according to Erik. The door opens the main guard nodding towards me, I look to Erik who sends me a nod with a smile. I take a deep breath before making my way into the dark dungeons, I follow behind the guard down the windy staircase. At the bottom of the staircase was another dark corridor, it was so small we had to walk single file until it fully opened up. Multiple different cells fill the room lining the walls, as like before a single guard stood at each cell door. I follow the same guard as before deeper into the huge room with the cells, right at the middle of the room of cells was another dark staircase. I once again follow the guard down the much shorter staircase that led out into a small cell like room. From the outside I saw Cyrus sat on the table with his hands in cuffs behind his back, I let my dad out of his cuffs when we had our meeting, there is no way that's happening with Cyrus. We come to a stop outside the little room, we could see inside but he couldn't see out. Erik was by my side once again sending me an encouraging look, he knows all the stories from my childhood so he knows what I'm feeling. "Can you wait outside the door just in case?" I ask quietly looking over at him, he sends me a nod smiling once again. "I will be here the whole time, if I even feel like he is about to do anything, me and these guards will be in there in seconds" he smiles as the guard reaches for the handle waiting for me. "I need you to turn on Queen mode for me" I say to my wolf, she laughs in my head liking the idea. "Bitch mode activated" she smirks in my head, I immediately feel more power going through my veins making me feel so much more powerful. I send a nod to the guard who opens the door to reveal Cyrus, he looks up his face holding shock when he saw me. I start to make my way into the room, as I step in the door closes behind me but I didn't care, I wasn't scared of him when I was like this. "You're the last person I thought would walk through that door" he smirks trying to intimidate me, but he didn't know that the intimidation would be the other way around for a change. "I'm full of surprises" I say back noticing my voice sounded a little different, the Queen modes is in full swing "I would ask if you were comfortable but I couldn't care less, now we're gonna have a little conversation and you better say what I want you to, or things aren't going to go very well for you" I tell him looking him dead in the eyes, which is something as a child I would have never done. "How would the public feel to learn their Queen is really like this, how do you know I won't tell the press what you're really like?" He asks once again trying to intimidate me, but failing dramatically. "You could but who would they believe, an evil man with a criminal record of beating and sensible murdering people, or me their Queen who wouldn't hurt a fly?" I ask with a smirk walking closer to the table, he looks to the side for a second. I walk over sitting on the seat across from him, unknowing the outcome of this conversation.