A/N: Soo I've had this story in my head for a while, and after some encouragement I uploaded it. This is just the Prologue, I'll get some back up info in the next chapter, and some romance somewhere down the line, If you guys like the story. Hope you Enjoy It!
Disclaimer: The Twilight Series and It's characters are property of Stephenie Meyer, Not Mine... Also, The Kingdom of Provlance is a small, entirely ficticious island located west of Portugal and is not affiliated with any other country in any way. Any resemblance of it with any other nation is purely coincidental, and is unintended.
"Long Live the Revolution!"
"Down with the Hales!"
A gunshot…
Then another
"Death to the Monarchy!"
Shrieking cries of affirmation were echoed through the Palace's Grand Halls with every scream they seemed to trickle closer...
And closer...
And closer..
Until the inevitable occurred
Bang Bang Bang
The noise had startled Jasper. Up until now he had been slouched against the mahogany paneled wall furthest from the giant, imposing doors which split his third floor Royal Apartments off from the rest of the palace. Now, however, the two large doors which had seemed so secure and strong at an earlier date began rattling on their hinges, as though they were attempting vainly to secure the room from the rebellion outside.
Although he was filled with panic and fear, Jasper's calculating mind saw the similarities between his life and the situation at hand. His countless staff and courtiers had always been trying to shelter and secure him from the life outside palace walls.
Until the outside world began banging on his door
Jasper could feel the rage and anger of those outside his door. He could feel their bare hands pounding away on the wood frame. He could hear their voices slandering his mother and father's wrong doings as his world crashed down around him.
The gigantic bay windows to the right of him showed clearly what his family's once loyal subjects truly thought of the Aristocracy. There must have been a sea of hundreds…. Thousands of people outside, each one different from the next, framed by the red orange sky above them. Many held signs, weapons of all sorts, megaphones, and crudely made torches. Some were vandalizing anything they could get their hands on. Jasper's eyes unconsciously filled with tears at the sight before him. All had expressions of hatred painted on their faces.
Up ahead the double doors increased their shackling sounds
Bang Bang Bang
At the sights of a crack forming near the top of the left door, Jasper let out a shriek. He instantly regretted it.
BANG BANG
The efforts outside became more frantic at the sound of his voice.
Jasper knew his time was running out.
He knew that the doors wouldn't last forever, much like his sheltered life.
The thought sparked something inside of him. Survival. He had to get out alive.