Prepare the interrogation room, I want our best on the girl as she could have some useful information.
Hearing the orders about the interrogation sparked a sense of buzz around the Soldiers especially as rumours had spread that she had held him hostage. Some even dared to whisper of a forbidden romance at the Prince had simply run off staging his death so he could live a normal life. All these rumours buzzed around, but nothing left their circle because they feared the repercussions of such chatter. If the King found out, especially about the romance one they were certain they’d be punished quite severely and s the King was in such a temperamental mood they didn’t want to risk it.
Will you stop gossiping, idiots, the lot of you. Curry has told you off once for this chatter already. Don’t make it a second.
But what if it’s true?
Oh, shut up, do you think some lovesick fool would turn up in the state he did? Don’t underestimate the prisoner because she is a girl.
A more authoritative tone came from the comms chain and the chatter seemed to die down, people would always talk regardless on if they knew the truth, but today they could get to the bottom of it. They’d get her to talk, they were trained professionals who dealt with prisoners daily and although they’d had things like petty criminals and small crimes, they still had trained men to deal with interrogation.
Sir, what authorities have we been given for this interrogation? If she was unresponsive in her cell, I doubt she will want to talk.
One of the Soldiers had already begun to prepare the room, a table with two chairs sat in the middle. The room was dark with no windows, but they had a dim light so they could see. The room temperature had been set to a cooler one to make it uncomfortable for the prisoner as the interrogators would have plenty of layers keeping them warm from the chill. It was just the small details to make them feel uncomfortable as it only spurred a more co-operative meeting.
Sir, room is prepared. We will escort the prisoner who will be ready for questioning in five minutes.
Iris hadn’t moved from her corner of the room, she wished she could just sleep as she could feel the exhaustion run through her body making her feel fatigued. Glancing up from her position she could see the glass of water that had been placed in her cell, she was partially tempted to drink it. Who knew when she would get another chance for water? It seemed silly to turn it up… but then what if that’s what they wanted. What if they had poisoned it? It’s just water, they can’t mess with that. Scolding herself for her thoughts as she crawled over to the cup of water not bothering to stand as it required too much energy she didn’t want to use.
Taking a drink, she could feel the water soothe her damaged throat, by now the bruises had fleshed out and the swelling was still there. It was uncomfortable, but also a grim reminder that she wasn’t safe in the districts or the Capital. It hadn’t taken her long to drain the glass of water feeling a brief sense of comfort from having it, but she knew that could be her last ever drink. Death awaited her, with or without questioning she wasn’t certain. Maybe I should save them the trouble? Blue eyes downcast on the glass in her hands, had they meant to give her a glass? It seemed ridiculous giving her a glass when it could be broken and the shards used as some sort of weapon on the Soldiers, but most importantly herself. Though she had given a glass to Caspain when he was in their cell. As if in a trance whilst lost in her thoughts the glass was thrown against the wall smashing, glass shattered everywhere, and she sought out the biggest shard possible.
The sound had alerted the guards and in an instant two of them had swarmed her cell. “What in the? Oh no you don’t.” Catching on quickly they restrained Iris once more stopping her from reaching the glass, frowning at the mess in the cell. “What idiot? Call this in and say we are on our way.” Nodding to the other soldiers as he pushed the girl out of her cell and away from harm.
Whose bright idea was it to give her a glass? Not sure what she was trying to do, but either scenario would have been bad had she got her hands on the pieces she smashed. Common sense people. The Prisoner is on her way to be interrogated.