short story (again no title)

"I didn't do it!" She screamed as the guards dragged her down to the King, they pushed her to her knees as she stared up at him.

"Where is my daughter and son?!" He commanded. The woman spat at him and was stabbed in the leg with a two handed sword. The bone in her leg made a sickening crunch, she screamed in agony and was drug outside to be hung. Though she had done no wrong the King was getting every last "Street Rat" and questioning them before putting them to death!

They wrapped a noose around her neck, and pulled a lever that made a trap door in the floor open up. Everyone gasped but made no move to look away, the King smiled and replied, "For those of you who think I'm kidding! I'm not! If I do not get my son and daughter back everyone last one of you will die!"

The nobles of course didn't worry, they could easily pay the guards off and go on about their merry way! But the middle class and poor class had to worry they began to form plans, and went out searching every night for the Prince and Princess.

A man around his mid twenties stood among the crowd, he had tan skin and wore a black tunic and black pants, the sun beating on him and making him sweat. His cold black eyes were dancing as he knew where the King's son and daughter were but he would never tell... not ever! He would take it to his grave if he had to! He couldn't betray his loyalty to his partner in crime Marie.

He turned as the crowd did and walked down the cobbled stones, he whistled a merry tune and greeted the frightened people one by one. No one dare move from their place to go and tell the King of their suspicion... something in the way he looked at them... made them freeze in place.

Lee turned into a bar and trudged to the back, he opened the small door and walked in only to be greeted by a dagger whizzing by his head. "Well hello Marie!" Lee greeted.

"Oh it's you! I thought it was someone else... sorry Lee." Marie smiled and sauntered over. Her tan legs showing by the short skirt she wore.

Lee bowed mockingly to the Prince and Princess who were cowering in the corner of their cell. "You... y...you... have to... le... let... us.... go!" The Prince stammered, as his sister Annette cowered behind him.

"Let..." Marie giggled, "Let you go... oh my! Oh my that is... that is so funny!" Marie laughed holding onto her sides as she felt around for Lee. Lee grabbed her arm and supported most of her and his weight as they began to laugh.

"Oh my dear Prince Johnathon... you are so funny! Let you go? Now why on earth would we do that for? My dear Prince if we kill you, there will be no heir and if there is no heir... well guess whose next for the throne?" Lee chuckled.

I may continue this later.... dont know yet... not sure if i really like it