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The smell and heat of the crowds made me wish to be anywhere but here. I stood with bodies pressed against mine in a crowd waiting for the 'noble' Prince Edward. Trumpets could now be heard in the distance, I felt someone's misbehaving hands brush against my back, sliding low. I turned bumping people as I went and curse at the boys whom stood behind me. They just laughed and let their gaze dip down my body taking in every curve and womanish shape the slight body in front of them held. The boy closes to my reached out a hand as if to run his fingers through my hair, but soon the sounds of his agonised yelps mingled with the sounds of the trumpets before they were washed out completely by the prancing song they rang.

The burly boy had sunk to his knees while clutching his shredded wrist to his chest, blood sapped from his torn skin as if it wept tears in shame. People around stood on watching the events unfold in shock, I moved skilfully but nimble as I sheathed my small dagger back into the thick folds of my cloak. I could hear the calls to bow but I stood with my head bent and eyes piercing the boy before me. His friends stood mouths agape in the stock of the situation they found themselves in. I pulled my hood above my head letting it drop over my eyes and nose as the sound of halting horse hooves came about, my cloak draped close to my body as I stood with my back straight and head lowered.

A confused guard yelled, "Bow before your prince!" He watched as the slight crowd shuffled and move at his word, but none took a knee, so he called again, "Take a knee for your prince!"

Everyone continued to shuffle around me as I stood before a cowering man, no one was intent on listening to the guard but there focus was fused to me. I held my breath as my heart beat faster and faster in my chest. What do I do. Run. No. Bow. Never. I would rather be burnt alive than take a knee to the sour prince.

I stiffened as a tone of authority spoke forth, "What seems to be the hold up?"

A gruff voice answered, "This crowd dose not bow to you."

"So?" the voice was an echo of boredom.

"So they must bow, it is the law." The voice had grown hard and slightly confused.

"Then find out why they don't. So I can get back to my own two feet, it is not like I care."

"How?" was the only gruff reply.

I heard a smothered chuckle and then a cough.

I could almost hear him role his eyes, "Shut up Jaz." There was a shift in a saddle, "You ask them and make sure you talk slow, is it really that hard?"

At that I let a giggle escape me, all eyes were on me in a second; woops.

"Is something funny boy? And face me when you talk." The voice was the gruff one.

I turned to him keeping my face shadowed and body hidden by my thick cloak; I could see only feet due to my hood.

I answered my voice lowered, "You talk as if people will not understand your word, as if they only hold stupidity." I let a smile creep to my face as I heard the sharp breath taken in front of me, not from the prince but the guard he rides with, "I can see why you would think that due to your company, but you should not judges others by another's actions." My throat hurt from talking with my voice lowered like it was but I held my words.

"How dare you speak so forth to my lord the prince! You shall be flogged and whipped clean of this filth you speak!"

I could see large feet begin the short walk toward me, I tensed ready to fight then run for home but a deep dark luscious chuckle broke through the silence, it was partnered soon by a low and thoughtful snort.

"Be still sergeant. The boy's words are nothing but whispers in the wind, an itch that has been sort and found." There was still laughter in his voice, which was annoying; no one laughed at me, not even the prince.

I scoff in return, "You call me a boy when we look to be sired only a year apart." All were silent, all laughter was gone but I continued, "My words are small, dear prince," I bowed to him in a mocking way, "but words are only heard when you have a boasting position. I could tell the truth and you could lie and all would believe the lie which you rain upon them in your arrogant tone and manner. You're Royal Highness Prince Edward." I stressed his title still keeping my voice low to disguise how soft and delicate it truly was.

There was silence and short ragged breaths; I felt the heat of his eyes like embers burn into me and when he spoke all hummer was gone he spoke with pure malice.

"You speak to me about my title and how I am respected only for it. Then why do you not respect me as you should and say everyone must. You use fierce words and forged bravery in place of your fear. Your words made you regale at first but you big mouth has brought you to your knees and demolished my respect for you." He scoffed when I continued to stand silent in front of him, "You seem to believe that words are the only factor that is needed to forge a country. You are brave with what you speak but think clear to whom you speak up to. So remember hold tour tongue." People around me began to drop to their knees feeling the heat and anger that now radiated of their 'beloved and fair' prince.

I could hold my tongue no more to his insults and jesters thrown at me and as the prince began to turn his horse away from me to continue on his path I took a deep breath and let go of my restraint holding the river in flow.

"I would not be speaking up to you if you did not sit upon that horses rump like a pommes idiot to keep the dust off your new shoes as you make you people kneel on the very sand you refuse to trend upon."

I was the only one left standing before the prince now, "You said my words were regal at the start and you believed I was a stupid commoner who only spoke to jest you." I sighed as if I was deep in thought, "in truth it was your stupidity that lead you to believe such things. Well, I must be of for there are much more important things in my life than bantering with a wealth, said to be handsome," I tilted my head slightly, "prince about power when it is obvious who will win." I paused as someone coughed, "Me." A cocky grin touched my lips on my last word.

"ARREST HIM!" Was the reply I expected from him, but he had not spoken the words another person astride a horse had called forth my wrist in chains; I could only see their feet as well but the voice was defiantly male.

"NO!"Another yell rang out halting the already confused guards, "You speak what you believe and there seems to be a reason to your words. Remove your hood and show your face if you are brave or do you think my sword can't cut through the wool sitting on your head, boy."I felt something heavy and damp land on the top of my bowed head; he spat on me.

My rage grew like a burning beacon as I yelled, "You spat on me! That is just plain old disgusting!"Too late I realised I had spoken with a voice that was mine, the true me.

"You're a girl?" Laughter broke out, "Know no wonder you're so brainless and small." The prince took a deep breath and turned to his companion taking his eyes from me and I ran, "Flog her." He rode to the palace thinking of a girl so shadowed but so free hoping she escaped the wrath of the steel whip.

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