Request by: @_PituC_ [on wattpad]
Blood flew past me as I dove to the ground. Pieces of the wall crumbled around me. That was close. I had woken up by the loud sounds of metal against metal. We had been working so hard. All night for the upcoming party. The breads must have burned while I had slept. The baker was going to kill me. I only decided to help out because I always took a nap in the kitchen. The place was much warmer than my room. The smells were amazing to wake up to each time again. I must have fallen asleep while waiting for the breads to be pre baked. That was the secret of or baker. He pre baked everything. It made the breads better somehow. I never understood it. That was why I never had the skill to become a baker.
"Don't let anyone get away!" Someone yelled. I ran between the pieces of the walls. They building was probably being attacked from the outside. I took a sharp turn. That was it. The painting. I needed to get to that ugly painting on the end of that horrible hallway. That wasn't a normal painting. And only royals knew that. Not even the knights knew. I turned the corner. That was the mistake I made. I turned the corner without watching. My whole body was slammed against the ground. Someone pushed their feet against my body, forcing it to the floor. Whoever it was, this person was strong.
That was all I remembered from that awful day. Each morning I woke up with that imagine as a horrible start of my day. And the loud noises of screaming. The please I had called home had been burned to the ground and almost everyone was either killed or captured. I had no idea if my parents knew the kingdom had been attacked. I had no idea if they knew I was still alive. I had so much luck. The baker had put me in a uniform the night before. It saved my life. The people who had taken us all were not the smartest. They thought they had killed me. Instead they had killed some random maid who had been in my room at the wrong time. I had felt horrible for weeks about it. When I had seen a girl being tortured in front of my own eyes, my mind changed. This was about surviving. Getting a way out of here. They thought of me as a random bakers apprentice. Just some nobody who had taken care of breakfast. I passed as one random person as well. Only everyone around me knew different. They all knew who I was. Who I still am. I tried my best to survive. Keep my mouth shut and do what I needed to do.
"Everyone up!" A loud metal sound followed. Something was different this morning. Mostly we would hear the screaming stop. now the screaming continued. This was a different day. They had changed. Two guards stopped at my gate. They threw the door open and tugged me by my shackles. The big chain was pulled from the hallway. Oh no. This was bad. This chain was only pulled once before. This meant we were going somewhere horrible. The torture camber. We wold have to wait in line for hours upon hours. This was what hell looked like. The chain was locked to my shackles. With a hard thug, I was forced to move forward. Whatever you do.. do not look back. Never.
The walk there had not been bad. It was. A long one, but it was outside. Away from the stuffy cage I now called home. At least I saw some trees. Nature had been my favourite. I wanted to see the clouds. The way they slowly seemed to move around. Maybe one day. One day I would see them again. Not today. Today all I could see was blood. Not mine. I wouldn't be able to see that. The building stood tall in the shadow. There was nothing to create the shadow. That was the scary part. As we entered the building I could smell it. Fear. Blood. Death. Everything I hated about this place. This was not what I imagined for today. I had hoped we would have been digging today. That they would let us wait all day on food and then make us work at night. This was not what anyone had expected. The wounds on my back were still healing from last time. The second the whole group was in, the chain was tied to a wall close by the door. That way you had the feeling you could escape, but you knew that was never a possibility. My shackles were ripped from the long chain.
"I don't like your face. It means you go first.'' The guy before me smiled. I could see the holes in his teeth. It made me sick. Going first. That meant they weren't going light no me. This was going to mean hell. I was tugged in the room. The first thing I noticed was that there was nothing special this time. Just one chair. Without another word from the man, I took the seat. The chair wasn't a nice one, but who was I to complain these days. I slept on the floor most days. The two men standing in the room moved to the door. They waited close by it. No movement yet. Was this how they were going to torture me? Torture me to boredvill? The door opened and closed with a small thumb. I looked up and out of shock I jumped up. Before me stood the one and only. I had heard of him. How he fought. How he killed. He was. The talk of the day. Prince Viridian. The one everyone had fear for. I didn't.
"It is good to see you alive princess Theia." He smiled. The guards walked up to me and tore away the shackles. My wrists felt cold suddenly.
"Took you long enough." I joked. He smiled at the words. That damned smile he always used to have. Even when we were children.
"It is time to go now." He held his hand out between us.
"Why because you say so?" I smiled back.
"No. It is time for my wife to no longer be a princess," He said. "It is time you became a queen.'' I stepped forward and took his hand. Time to go home.
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