Hey guys. So, this is my second story. It is set in olden times however it is not ancient or anything. Please review and tell me what you think.
Disclaimer- I wish that I could own The mortal instruments, but my fairy godmother is running late so for now, it's all Cassandra Clare's.
JPOV
It is going to be a good day. I can feel it. It's in my stride, written clearly on my face and I can feel it all over, heck, I can even feel it in my toes.
I take a deep breath and walk into my chambers, yes, I said chambers. I am known around here as Prince Jonathan Herondale. But please, call me Jace.
Idris is my home, and to it a hold an extremely important duty. When my father dies I will be king, and to tell you the truth, it terrifies me. I'm not ready; I only just turned eighteen and can't imagine ruling a country. Thank goodness the old man is only in his early fifties.
I ask the servants to run a bath and when it is ready, sink into the warm waters. I clean myself and then just as I am about to step out for a day of hunting with my friend, a knock resonates through my room. I walk to the door and open it, revealing Dimitri, my father's top servant, gasping for air. He is in his early thirties so to see him this out of breath is very rare.
"What is it Dimitri?" I ask, lines of worry scrunching my face. His eyebrows knit together and he takes another deep breath before starting.
"Your father craves a word with you" He rasps out. I stand there dazed for a second, why would Dimitri be so flustered over my father simply wanting to talk. The only thing that gets me moving is Dimitri's "immediately". I nod to him and take off down the corridor at a swift pace, turning corners and side stepping servants until I reach the kitchen.
My father, Stephan is sitting at the dining table, an opened letter in his hand. When he sees me he gestures for me to take a seat. I tentatively and slowly pull out the chair next to him; the squeak of the wood against the tiles makes him wince.
"What is it father? What's wrong?" I ask , nervous of the answer. He hold the note out for me to read;
You're Highness,
Urgent news from the guards patrolling the city. There was a report from the central tavern. One man has been murdered. At first we thought that it must have been a fight gone wrong but on further inspection we found a mark burnt into the victims' neck, under the collar of his work shirt. His throat was sliced and we came to the conclusion that he must have been highly intoxicated. It was in the early morning so there are no witnesses to the incident. We inspected the burn for a long period of time before realising it was the symbol of the Morgenstern's.
However, you're majesty; this is not the most alarming news. We asked the town 'detective' and he believes that the Morgenstern's must hold a grudge upon us of some sort. For the height, age and features of the man killed was nearly exactly that of your son's. It can only be a plan for vengeance on the war that they lost. We are requesting permission to double the guards on the perimeter of the city and around the castle.
Sir Samuel.
Under Sir Samuel's neat writing my father had scribbled;
Triple it, and keep out a wary eye.
I hand the letter back to my father and he gives it to Dimitri, give this to Sir Samuel as fast as you can, you will find him the centre of the village. I look at my father and ask the one question buzzing around my head.
"Do you believe they were trying to kill me?" He gives a solemn nod and I sink into my chair. My thoughts of it being a good day completely diminished.
I swallow deeply and nod my own head, silently taking in the shocking news. Then it slaps me in the face. My hunting trip. There is no way that I could possibly blow it off, we've been planning it for a ages.
"Father." I start cautiously, "this news is quite startling, but I'm sure the enemy will not attack again today, and I have a hunting trip that I am much obliged to go to. Will you allow me to leave?" I ask, not really needing the answer.
"Of course not, you are my one and only son and I wouldn't risk losing you for the world!" His words are strong, yet he is not angry. Then I realise what it is in his eyes, love. He clasps a hand on my neck and pulls me in for a quick hug.
"Thank you father." I say quietly, smiling at him. I stand up and walk swiftly to my chambers, where I pull out a long, thick length of rope. I tie it to a sturdy post in my room and fling it out the side of my window, scaling down the castle's edge carefully.
My feet hit the rough ground of the stony path that leads off and into the village. I jog along it for a while, loving the feel of the sun and the wind on my face and n my hair. Then i abruptly take a right turn and dash off into the woods to where I keep my hunting gear and where my friend is waiting.
As I approach the rocky edge I see a familiar figure leaning against it, turning a thin stick over and over in their long spindly fingers. A small smile spreads across the persons face as they launch the twig at my face. I catch it a few centimetres away and we both start to laugh. I walk up and hug the man, and my best friend.
Sebastian Verlac.
Thanks
-Shortstuff.