Here is Chapter 2 of Forbidden. I was sooooooo excited when so many people said that they loved it. I LOVE ALL OF YOU GUYS, and I hope I satisfy you with this story.
Max's P.O.V
I, Princess Maximum officially hate my life. My father was making me supervise the fights we had. They were like gladiator fights. A poor slave would have to fight a soldier from our army. Apparently people find it entertaining to watch it. I for one think it's savage.
Tomorrow was my eighteenth birthday, and my parents hadn't remembered yet; as usual. A man who looked like he was in his mid twenties was brought in. He was surrounded by many soldiers. I knew that he was a slave.
He had black hair that went up to his shoulder, and overlong bangs. His eyes were what caught my attention the most. They were pitch black with small gold specks in the middle. They seemed slightly familiar. "Pick your weapon slave." One of the soldiers sneered.
I paid close attention to him as his gorgeous eyes scanned all of the weapons laid out. They stopped at a sword. The sword looked small and light compared to our other swords. I understood why. On the hilt, there were two swords crossed carved in. That was the emblem of Laylanth.
No slave ever picked that sword. Everybody knew that it was cursed. None of the soldiers said anything. The man was pushed outside into the arena. I sat in the throne in between my mother and father. My tiara was hurting my head. I watched as the man looked at the sword in his hand.
The soldier had a large sword and shield. He attacked, but the slave easily parried. The audience went completely silent. The soldier looked confused. No slave ever knew how to fight.
Fang's P.O.V
I was amazed at how easily I managed to parry the blade. My sword felt like it was meant to be in my hands. The reason I picked it was because I knew it had the symbol of Laylanth engraved on it. As many years as it had been, I didn't forget my place back at home.
The soldier attacked me again. I parried his blade and went on the attack. With an easy twist, his sword went flying out of his hands. I knocked his feet out from underneath him. Then I kicked his shield out of his hand and touched my sword point to a nerve in his neck.
He immediately fell unconscious. The advantage was that everyone thought he was dead. His heart beat wouldn't be able to be felt for the next hour. I've been a slave for about thirteen, maybe fourteen (depending on the date) years. You might ask why I'm not ready to kill myself yet.
Well, I know that I'm going to get home one day. I was taken out of the arena. Everyone was completely silent. Good. It was about time Emmerston learned a lesson. My master walked towards me. I immediately lowered my head submissively.
He shook a bag of coins and shook it near my ear making me cringe. "I sold you for two hundred coins, but then I wondered if you were even worth that much." He tied a scratchy rope around my neck and led me outside like a dog. One day. I thought. One day, I would show them. As I was saying, my 'master' led me outside and handed my leash to a man.
He had five kids and a woman standing in front of him. The girl that I saw before was there too. She had beautiful dirty blonde locks that cascaded around an even more beautiful face. I met her chocolate brown eyes for less than a second, but immediately looked back at the ground.
There was a boy who looked slightly older than me, though with all of the battering I had taken, I probably looked much older. He had strawberry blonde hair and electric blue eyes. There was a girl with dark skin and equally dark unruly hair. I would say she was about twelve or thirteen.
A boy with platinum blonde hair and baby blue looked about eight. Next to him was a girl who had beautiful blonde ringlets, and the same blue eyes. They all looked at me with pity. I was confused. No one ever looked at me with pity. Sometimes, when I was younger and people knew I was a prince, people would look at me with disgust, anger, humor, or they would look down at me like I'm worth nothing.
"Does he fight back often?" The man questioned. My master shook his head. "He's a broken slave. Hasn't said a word since I bought him a year ago. As far as I know, he was born into it." More like kidnapped into it.
The man took my leash and started pulling a little too hard, causing me to stumble. "Go easy on him Jeb." The beautiful girl's silky voice wrung through the air. "He's a slave Mex. This is how it's meant to be." The man said as if I wasn't hearing every word he was saying. The girl rolled her eyes and we continued walking.
I was taken into a giant and I mean giant mansion. It was probably a size smaller then a castle. I kept my head down. As I was dragged into the house, I felt my new master's eyes studying me. "Listen slave," he said in a disgusted tone. "Everybody in this house is your master. You will obey every word they say. Now, to start, you may not talk or look at anyone unless you are instructed to. Do I make myself clear?"
I didn't say anything, but I guess he took it as a yes. Then he untied the rope on my neck. I resisted all urges to suck in a lot of air. "Now," continued me master, "you must clean every room in this house every day and serve us our food. We have a maid who cooks. Once you finish all of your chores, you may sleep in the basement. We like our breakfast by 9:30. All of the supplies you may use are in that closet." I slightly looked up at where he was pointing.
The whole house? Was he freaking kidding me? "I better be getting back to the castle." The beautiful girl said. "I'll see you guys tomorrow kay?" The women nodded. "Be safe Princess. See you tomorrow."
My eyes widened a fraction of an inch. She was the princess of Emmerston? My master was kind enough to allow me to go to my "bed" that night, so I only had to start my chores tomorrow. I slept on the cold hard floor and woke up at five in the morning. Knowing that there was no way I was getting any more sleep, I crept upstairs to start my work.
When I opened the closet, I found all sorts of familiar tools to clean houses. I started sweeping the kitchen floor. Then I mopped the living room. By the time I was finished with half the ground floor, it was 8:45.
By this time, the maid came. She was a girl who looked no more the twenty five. She had a pretty face that was surrounded by stick straight dark brown hair. Her eyes were almost as dark as mine. She smiled at me. "Hey. I'm Ella. If you didn't realize, I'm the maid here. Basically I cook the meals and go home. You must be the new slave."
I nodded. She seemed to understand that I didn't particularly like to talk and didn't try to egg me on, at exactly 9:30, the whole family came downstairs, fully dressed. I served them there breakfast which they took wordlessly. Then the princess walked in. She declined breakfast and just sat down, talking with the family.
I felt her staring at me for a long time, but I ignored her. I continued to work until they all confronted me. Oh great.
Max's P.O.V
I was right. My parents did forget my eighteenth birthday. I got so pissed that I just pushed past my father while he was speaking to me. When I walked into Jeb and Valencia's house, they were all eating there breakfast.
I was also really pissed at Jeb for treating the slave the way he did. I mean, he's human too isn't he? I didn't know why I was feeling so protective over this particular slave. It was just something about him. Something about him lured me.
When I first saw him, and he met my eyes, I felt this electric spark run through me. It felt familiar. Like, I'd felt it before. I realized I had been staring at him for the past ten minutes. I decided that I was going to confront him. Force him to tell us about himself. I told Iggy and Nudge my plan.
When Jeb and Valencia went into town, Iggy, Nudge, and I took this as our opportunity. We cornered him near Angel's room. "Hey." I whispered. He was stiff and it looked he was getting himself prepared for a punishment. "Hey, we're not going to hurt you." I said in a soothing voice. "We just want to ask you a few questions. I know you can talk." I really didn't, but I just wanted to add that part.
"This is Iggy. He just turned twenty one. This is Nudge. She is thirteen. I'm Max and I just turned eighteen. So, do you remember your name?" I asked.
He hesitated for a minute, but then answered quietly, 'Fang." His voice was raw from lack of use. Huh, Fang. Interesting. "Well, what about your age?" Igs asked. I was expecting something in the mid twenties.
"What's the date?" Fang asked. "It's May thirteenth." Fang nodded. "Then I'm eighteen." He said. "You remember your birthday?" I questioned.
He nodded. "It's today." Odd. Today was my birthday. "Wait. Did you say you were eighteen?" Fang nodded. "That's impossible. You can't be eighteen. It's against the law for people under twenty- two to be slaves." I reasoned. Fang shook his head. "Today is my eighteenth birthday."
I didn't understand, but I thanked him for his time and left him to do his work. I couldn't tell anyone his real age because they would hurt him if they knew I was talking to him. Days passed and I couldn't stop thinking about Fang. When I woke up one morning, it all suddenly clicked.
He had the same birthday as me, was the same age as me. Black hair black eyes. Then I remembered where I had first felt the energy run through me. It was when I was four and was at my first slave auction. Prince Nicholas was one of the slaves being auctioned. That meant… Fang was Prince Nicholas.
How did I not see it before? I literally sprinted all the way to Iggy's house. I pulled Fang aside. "Hi." I whispered. He didn't answer and continued staring at the floor.
"Why do you always look at the floor and why do you always answer me with the shortest sentences possible or not at all?" I questioned.
"I have no business talking to royalty." He answered in his quiet voice. "I'm just a slave."
I shook my head. "You're royalty too though. I thought I recognized you when I met you at the fight. Then I realized that I saw you when you were at your first auction. You're Prince Nicholas."
A small smile played at Fang's lips. I was taken aback. "You're wrong Princess. I'm Prince Nicholas in Laylanth. Here, I'm just a slave."
I know it's a really, really short chapter, but I thought this would be a good spot to end the writing. If you have any ideas, please feel free to PM me or write it in your reviews. Thank you to all you readers.