A/N* A short chapter compared with the last couple but I have part of the
next chapter written up so it should be up shortly. I would like to
apologize for the last chapter cuz it was really sloppy and because I
wasn't sure if I liked it I didn't read it over and I wrote really messily.
I don't know if it is any better but please feel free to look it over and
chapter 8 first because it may clear up some confusion. You may thank
Aduial Elenath For keeping me in line hehe. Thanks soo much for you
criticism and see everyone she told me to fix something and I did and then
I did the unthinkable I THANKED her!!!! Hahahahah! So feel free to do it
and I will be sure to thank you too. Tee hee. Lotrfreak I am really glad
that you like it and I hope that you keep reading and reviewing!
~Ryan~
I can't believe that she even dared to come here. How dare she?? To put herself in the way of other people who she hurt so much, well this time it won't happen again. I don't know what happened or what possessed her to even consider.
It is over now. It is not my problem because this time she is not too young to pay. It is as simple at that. Tomorrow she will burn like the witch she is in front of everyone with the morning light. That is the justice that my parents deserve and the people of the country. I am already going to be at war with my own people because of my parent's deaths and I still just don't know if I am doing the right thing.
The prince looked up and studied his surroundings. He was in his study. This place was more like a hidden getaway than anything else. It was a place where he did all of his thinking and no one knew where it was except for him. The only way people could get a hold of him was through a bell that was on the wall. This room had been a gift from a fairy after his parents had died. It had many things that demonstrated that a fairy had created it. There were windows that he could look out of but on the outside no was able to see in. The walls were decorated with a royal red drapes and a ceiling that portrayed the weather of his mood. Right now it was a storm. It wasn't very violent but still menacing. There was a simple hammock that had a floating stand next to it with a candle and a book on "The Strategies of Wars" in which he had spent many nights falling asleep to its technical advice. He was hoping to learn a way to have this war as bloodless as possible.
The floor was covered in a rug. This rug had power that enabled him to see what was going on in other places that might affect him. When he was still nine it told him stories of brave warriors who fought heroically. Today he was looking down at the rug to see Rosie who had become Rosemary. An older more mature girl of the younger version of the girl he had played with many times when they were children. She was staring out into the darkness of her cell at nothing in particular. There were many things he wished to know, like what was she thinking. Here she was sitting in this dark cell with the prospect of being killed in the morning. Why was she so calm? Why did she come here in the first place? Why did she kill them?
He couldn't stop thinking what if she hadn't killed them? What if he was making a mistake? Sometimes I feel like I am not fit to be the prince! After all of the training and advisors' advise and everything else he couldn't help the feeling that he was making a mistake. The same feeling he had when he saw her in the dungeon the first time. He was young then he didn't know any better. He was overcome with grief or at least that is what his advisors' said. Then they advised him to step down from the throne because after all he was just a young prince only seven years of age and the kingdom entering into war the day after the King and Queen died. They all said that his people would be well cared for and he would get a small principality to rule when he became of age.
Well he had become of age. He was seventeen now and he could now see how he was tricked out of giving up his father's kingdom to a tyrant. The war happened and then she took over and had been oppressing his people ever since and he had been forced to watch with next to nothing to do about it. He had tried before to get other countries to back him up on attacking and taking back his throne but the countries would only laugh in his face. Saying something thing along the lines of how can we take a poor little prince seriously who has obviously not recovered from his parent's deaths. Come back when you have just cause. It was the same old story. He still couldn't believe that he was the only one who could see the pain and torment that his people had to suffer. Although recently, people had started to listen to him like his good friend Prince Char of Kyrria. Char talked his dad into listening to Ryan and they are now in the middle of negotiating an alliance. King Jerrold is a reasonable man and was very understanding of his position. Now he just had to wait.
For a while longer he was lost in his many thoughts when that little golden bell on the wall rang. He glanced up and rang another bell twice saying that he would meet whomever in the library. He jumped up and ran over to the shoot that spat him directly on to a sofa in the library when no one was looking. He stood up as a guard came into the room. The guard bowed.
"A Lord Hezzel to see you, your majesty."
Last thing that I would like to ask really, I was at the book store and I wanted to read the other princess books by Mrs. Levine and I came across this book called the Wish that is by her and I haven't read it yet cuz I don't have the money to pay for it. But I read the back and to my horror it sounds a lot like my story!! I am completely in a tizzy! I am too scared to read so if one of you could do me a favor and if you have read it tell me if they are too similar? If soo I may have to stop writing this story and the thought brings tears to my eyesss....please just tell me if you have read it. Thanks!
~Ryan~
I can't believe that she even dared to come here. How dare she?? To put herself in the way of other people who she hurt so much, well this time it won't happen again. I don't know what happened or what possessed her to even consider.
It is over now. It is not my problem because this time she is not too young to pay. It is as simple at that. Tomorrow she will burn like the witch she is in front of everyone with the morning light. That is the justice that my parents deserve and the people of the country. I am already going to be at war with my own people because of my parent's deaths and I still just don't know if I am doing the right thing.
The prince looked up and studied his surroundings. He was in his study. This place was more like a hidden getaway than anything else. It was a place where he did all of his thinking and no one knew where it was except for him. The only way people could get a hold of him was through a bell that was on the wall. This room had been a gift from a fairy after his parents had died. It had many things that demonstrated that a fairy had created it. There were windows that he could look out of but on the outside no was able to see in. The walls were decorated with a royal red drapes and a ceiling that portrayed the weather of his mood. Right now it was a storm. It wasn't very violent but still menacing. There was a simple hammock that had a floating stand next to it with a candle and a book on "The Strategies of Wars" in which he had spent many nights falling asleep to its technical advice. He was hoping to learn a way to have this war as bloodless as possible.
The floor was covered in a rug. This rug had power that enabled him to see what was going on in other places that might affect him. When he was still nine it told him stories of brave warriors who fought heroically. Today he was looking down at the rug to see Rosie who had become Rosemary. An older more mature girl of the younger version of the girl he had played with many times when they were children. She was staring out into the darkness of her cell at nothing in particular. There were many things he wished to know, like what was she thinking. Here she was sitting in this dark cell with the prospect of being killed in the morning. Why was she so calm? Why did she come here in the first place? Why did she kill them?
He couldn't stop thinking what if she hadn't killed them? What if he was making a mistake? Sometimes I feel like I am not fit to be the prince! After all of the training and advisors' advise and everything else he couldn't help the feeling that he was making a mistake. The same feeling he had when he saw her in the dungeon the first time. He was young then he didn't know any better. He was overcome with grief or at least that is what his advisors' said. Then they advised him to step down from the throne because after all he was just a young prince only seven years of age and the kingdom entering into war the day after the King and Queen died. They all said that his people would be well cared for and he would get a small principality to rule when he became of age.
Well he had become of age. He was seventeen now and he could now see how he was tricked out of giving up his father's kingdom to a tyrant. The war happened and then she took over and had been oppressing his people ever since and he had been forced to watch with next to nothing to do about it. He had tried before to get other countries to back him up on attacking and taking back his throne but the countries would only laugh in his face. Saying something thing along the lines of how can we take a poor little prince seriously who has obviously not recovered from his parent's deaths. Come back when you have just cause. It was the same old story. He still couldn't believe that he was the only one who could see the pain and torment that his people had to suffer. Although recently, people had started to listen to him like his good friend Prince Char of Kyrria. Char talked his dad into listening to Ryan and they are now in the middle of negotiating an alliance. King Jerrold is a reasonable man and was very understanding of his position. Now he just had to wait.
For a while longer he was lost in his many thoughts when that little golden bell on the wall rang. He glanced up and rang another bell twice saying that he would meet whomever in the library. He jumped up and ran over to the shoot that spat him directly on to a sofa in the library when no one was looking. He stood up as a guard came into the room. The guard bowed.
"A Lord Hezzel to see you, your majesty."
Last thing that I would like to ask really, I was at the book store and I wanted to read the other princess books by Mrs. Levine and I came across this book called the Wish that is by her and I haven't read it yet cuz I don't have the money to pay for it. But I read the back and to my horror it sounds a lot like my story!! I am completely in a tizzy! I am too scared to read so if one of you could do me a favor and if you have read it tell me if they are too similar? If soo I may have to stop writing this story and the thought brings tears to my eyesss....please just tell me if you have read it. Thanks!