Elena kneeled on the ground, the king's cold gaze on her. "Where were you?" He asked, his voice deep and gravelly. Elena said nothing, hoping not to provoke him. The Dark kingdom knew that the king had a violent temper and was not someone you would want to anger. "Well?" He boomed, standing up. Elena flinched. "I was at the Light kingdom, about the ransom," She said quickly. The throne room was silent for a moment before the king said, "You have been unloyal! Bring me the sword! Take off your left arm's armour!" The king ordered as the sword was bought to him. Elena shakily took off her armour and winced as the king made a clean, deep cut in her left arm. "Dimissed!" The king spat, the sword dripping with her blood. Elena stood up, bowed and left the throneroom. Blood slowly dripped down her arm and the many silvery scars from other such punishments could be seen.
Luke looked at her, concerned. "I have to make sure you are all right, Elena's orders," He said, knowing that it was more than that.