So here we go Max's POV, I may do more in her point of view if people like it so tell me what you think!
Chapter 3
Max POV
So I guess that Fang finding me was what many would consider lucky. I didn't, I wanted a fresh start, away from anyone that knew me, even if he were just a squires boy from the castle. Because you see, he knew where I would have to head, a small town, somewhere where recognition was almost impossible.
I needed a citizen like him to help me with that, but I didn't want him, I didn't want his handsome looks and dashing manners, I wanted a normal boy, someone who wouldn't make me feel bad if I had to leave them.
My plan was of course to leave him, even though it was against my better judgment, because he could go back to the castle and tell my father where I most probably would be headed, but for some strange reason I didn't think he would.
I wanted to protect him, so I slowly climbed down the large tree from my childhood, looking down, I remembered what my father said to me that day, even though I was too young to get his meaning at the time, I understood it now, his words forever haunting me – "That tree has had a bloody past, but even through all the blood, gore and death, it's life still burns strong, you time as a queen will be like this my daughter, you will be surrounded by people who hope to use you, as a pawn in their games of chess, you just have to learn to play it better, after all the queen is the most powerful piece on the board". They were the only true meaningful words he ever told me.
Mother shushed him after that, making sure I was brought up to be a perfect proper lady. The one father told me not to be.
I looked back at Fang sleeping soundly in the tree, his coat wrapped tightly around him, and I scurried off, not following the road, I went along the forest path – the one I had memorized, the one that my father used to get to the throne, the hardest to follow forest path, in its centre lies a lake. A lake said to be so beautiful, it almost made the men weep, there was plentiful amounts of forest foods, like berries, or so my father said. I needed a bow before I entered. Or at the very least a weapon of some kind – a knife wasn't ideal, I needed something to shoot, a strong branch of oak, or another hardwood, to serve as a make shift bow, arrows were easy, sharpened wood, or something of the sort, all I really needed was the string, a strand of my hair plaited wasn't strong enough, where as plant wasn't thin enough, I needed horse hair, but there wasn't any about, so despite my hunger I ventured further into the forest.
The undergrowth was thick, and my robe was torn, my legs and arms scratched, and I was sweltering, despite the fact that you couldn't see the sun through the thick overgrowth.
I grumbled, wondering how long the (almost non-exsitant) path went on for before I reached the lake. Until I saw a clearing, an un-natural clearing, my instincts told me to stay away, but the bright light seemed to be dragging me toward it, I didn't know what to do.
Until my choice was made for me, a hand clamped over my mouth, a strong calloused hand, with a faint scent of pine needles, I tried to wriggle out of his (assuming that it was a man) grasp but he was too strong, I tried to bite him, but my mouth was clamped shut, he pulled me over to him and I stiffened, sure that my time on this earth was almost over.
I though back to the castle, how it would be now, my father worried as ever, mother confused, but sure that I didn't do it of free will, my maid, Angel, tearful, her never speaking vow of silence, until she finds the perfect man, the one who when she is asked that fateful question her first word would be yes. The cooks, sad that they no longer get my midnight cravings and visits, the whole castle grieving for the countries only heir – my eyes teamed with tears, I knew I should go back, but even if I weren't about to die, I couldn't stand it, the walls to the castle forever constraining me, keeping me latched in.
I winced as I was brought back to reality, my ribs hurting from my captor's tight grasp, and then possibly the most relieving thing of my life happened.
I figured out who was holding me, his soft voice whispered into my ear "Out there is someone you really don't want to meet sweetheart" – It was Fang, his smooth voice seemed to slide into my ears, I felt myself blush, and I was thankful I had my back to him.
He put me down, and quietly we tip-toed back a mile or so, and when we were out of hearing distance I waited for him to say something, but he didn't, he gave me a quizzical look, as if to say what was I waiting for. I didn't know what to say, what was I waiting for? Him to lecture me, I wasn't at the castle anymore, I was in charge, so I grabbed his hand and pulled him along, hoping, just hoping we were heading in the right direction.
I guess running into a hut wasn't our plan, but it wasn't our plan to get spotted either, the lady was a woman, mid thirties by the looks of it, but she looked at us and said in a voice that couldn't be mistaken for anything less than sincere "You look hungry dears, would you care for a meal?" I nodded eagerly, my stomach thinking before my head.
Inside her hut was full of odd little knicks and knacks. Being polite I assume Fang asked her "Mam, if I may ask, what may be your profession?" She smiled showing a row of yellowed teeth, slightly crooked she said "Ahh, m'boy, that is the true question, some may call me a witch, but I am not of sorts, I am just a fortune teller, a gypsy child, if you wish I could tell you fortune", and without warning she whipped Fang into the opposite room, leaving me sitting in a room full of objects that seemed to be looking at me, as if they were living.
I waited, hearing the occasional murmur from the room across, I don't know how long I waited but it seemed hours before Fang emerged looking unreadable, and in deep though.
He motioned for me to go inside; I gave him a weak smile. Hoping my nerves weren't leaking through my mask.
The lady looked at me, her eyes were clouded over, her brown hair was wild and dangerous, she spoke in a voice of strange power, "Sit my dear", she grabbed my wrist, feeling all over my palms, she smiled, "Royal blood we have here" I stiffened, "Oh don't worry dear, I wont tell, I have no need for the King and his men poking around my house", I didn't relax, some how her words unnerved me even more.
She looked at me, her eyes were unseeing, "I had a boy once, and he was blind." She looked up at the roof, and continued on "The kindest boy you would have ever met, he was born when I was still with the gypsies, they loved us, my boy brought joy to us all, until he fell in love, with a girl, not a gypsy like us but a normal girl, he wanted to marry her, but he wasn't of age. I gave him my permission to marry her, and in turn I was turned away from my family, that day I lost my son to love, and my family to love of my son."
She turned her head away, tears welling in her eyes, but she still continued on with a firm voice, "Your future is like this, don't let your love be destroyed, because when love is gone what do you really have?" Her eyes had changed to a piercing green and looking straight into my eyes she said "Do not ever let anyone control you, because once you do everything will fall to shambles."
Shaking, I tried to pull away, but she didn't let go of my hand, her eyes glared at me almost menacingly, and then she said the thing that affected me most of all – "Don't let people play you in this game of life, you be the queen, and let your King rule beside you"
She took a breath and said "Max, let your love guide you, your family roots shield you, and let your instinct be your weapon. You my dear are going to be one heck of a Queen"
Her eyes rolled back into her head and she collapsed onto the ground.
I ran out of the room, shaking with nerves into Fangs strong arms, and for some strange reason in this cold room with the staring objects, him arms made me feel safe, and maybe, just maybe I think something stirred inside me, something new, but I couldn't be sure, his arms around me made me feel like we could do anything, and at that very moment, I made the fatal mistake of believing that together we could.
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