February 20, 2020
Amory:
I am so tired of everything. I have no privacy, no time alone to just be. Father has his guards follow me everywhere. I need a moment to breathe. I need a moment to clear my head. I have lessons upon lessons every day. Dark magic is drilled into my consciousness every day. Lessons on how to rule my father’s kingdom are scheduled endlessly. Every day I am taught new lessons. There is not a day that goes by where I get a break and can just sit for a few minutes without having to think or strategize. All I want to do is take a walk by myself and not have to think about anything. That’s not possible though…. unless I sneak out for a little while.
It will be hard to do in the middle of the day, but that’s the best time to try. At night, father has guards every five feet in the halls and at least two guards under my window outside. During the day its only my four main guards that follow me. I must think quickly and efficiently if I’m going to pull this off. I grab my bedding and tie it together, then I throw the makeshift rope out of the window. I make a few loud noises then I try to find a decent place to hide out of the way. I manage to hide myself right before the guards come storming into my room. They all look at the window in confusion and disbelief, before the lead guard runs over and looks down at the rope I made. He doesn’t see me on the ground and curses. He starts barking out orders for the other guards to start searching the grounds for me and they all rush out.
I grab my coat and quietly slip out of the house behind them. Somehow, I manage to sneak myself to the city center without being caught. With a deep breath, and a budding sense of freedom, I start walking down the streets. I look all around me, at all the store fronts and businesses, and really explore the city I grew up in for the first time.
I start humming my song. I don’t remember where I heard it from, but I’ve known it for as long as I an remember. I asked my father about it one time, when I was much younger, and he got so angry he slapped me across the face and locked me in my room for three days. I never brought it up again, and I try not to hum it while I’m around him. He gets incredibly angry whenever he hears it.
As I walk the streets, I let my thoughts roam, touching base on a little of everything. Mostly, they are stuck on my father and his borderline obsession with me learning dark magic. Why can’t he understand that I’m just not good at it? Who, or what, ever my mother was is causing disconnect between me and my ability to preform dark spells. I see the disappointment oozing from my father every time he looks at me. Disappointment. Disgust. Disinterest.
I’m surrounded by a kingdom full of people that will do anything to get on my good side, but I am so alone. So fucking lonely. They say what they think I want to hear. Do what they think I want them to do. Act how they think I want them to act. What’s the problem with that? Not one of those sycophantic idiots knows anything about me. Not one of them has taken the time to find out what I am like.
Slowly coming out of my reverie, I realize something feels off. It feels like someone is watching me, but the only people around are two guys talking in an alley down the road. I guess its time to head back home before my father sends the whole castle after me.
I start humming my song again, as I turn down a side road and start back to the castle. After a few steps, I notice the two men from the alley are following me. I start walking a little bit faster and start heading toward the main road, looking for a guard. I can’t hear the steps as close now, so I slow down and try to calm down. I turn to look around and find the younger of the two and bump right into him.
The next thing I know, I’m holding the cutest redhead in my arms. His blue eyes are wide with shock and confusion. I smile at his adorable confused look. Then I smile again when he blushes after he realizes I caught him staring at me from head to toe. He turns to look at his companion and rushes over to him when he sees his pale face. My disappointment in him leaving me turns to shock and fear when he starts asking me questions.
“Your name wouldn’t happen to be Amory, would it?” With one question my infatuation turned to panic.
“How do you know my name? No stranger has every known my name. My father never uses it with anyone other than me,” I start to back away and look around for anyone to help me. No one is around, its empty except for the three of us. Of course, I wanted to be alone, so stupid.
I turn around and get ready to sprint out to the main road, but the other, older man is there waiting. The younger one is now behind me and before I have a chance to move, everything starts going dark. The last thing I feel are arms grabbing me before my head can hit the ground.
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