Music was played loudly, our people united with Devon's. People were laughing, cheering, drinking. However, at every exit, including in towards the buildings, there was guards standing, and their swords somehow seemed more dangerous.
"May I have this dance?" I heard Drake's voice ask behind me. I surrendered and broke out into a grin, as I grabbed onto his hand. He led me out to our people and some gave us looks and grinned. His hands found their ways around my waist, as I gave him a questioningly look.
"This place gives me bad vibes," He shrugged, I nodded along with him, however.
"I know, I don't like it here."
"We have to, however, make the best of it," He leaned forward and kissed my cheek. I smiled and leaned forward to brush his lips with mine.
After a few minutes worth of dancing, our laughs and talks got cut off when the King, Devon, clinged his glass to let everyone know he was ready to hold a speech. Drake and I stopped dancing and looked at him, but Drake's arms never left my body, they were there for safety reasons it seemed. I didn't mind.
"For the past 16 years, I've known," He started, his guards starting to move more towards us people. I looked around, slowly walking in more towards Drake.
"I've waited patiently, never leaving this kingdom unless I've been called to do so. But it isn't until tonight, that we can celebrate our victory. The victory, the era of us has finally come. The era where we are the powerful ones."
I looked at our people, who seemed nervous, frightened. The people that was from the village, seemed thrilled, mesmerised almost. Me? I wanted to run, hide. But for what reason, I didn't know.
"Tonight, we are to take the powers that are rightfully ours." He said, holding his glass up for everyone to see, as the audience did the same. Drake and I, we looked at each other. Fear covering our faces.
My father shortly found his way up behind us, as he started grabbing the two of us. He told us it was time to leave, now. And I knew my father, I never questioned him about urgent tones.
Quickly, we started to follow him, as the audience didn't seem to notice us walking away. But Devon, did. He growled.
"Do stop them."
The guards quickly pulled our their weapons, pointing to the three of us. My father and Drake quickly pulled our their own weapons, and I stood there defenseless. I backed slowly, my back hitting a young girl from our kingdom, who grabbed onto my hand tightly.
My father and one of the guards started fighting with their swords and both men ended up with slices and cuts covering their body. However, the guard ended up falling down to the ground, a big open wound covering the part of his body where his heart remained.
I gulped, looking away. My dad growled at us, his colorful, glowing eyes showing. We quickly slipped past him and the other guy, both fighting. Drake quickly put me into one of the carriers, telling the horse driver to take us back to our Kingdom, as fast as possible.
My mind raced, and I couldn't help but think of all the innocent people we had left behind. We had left our entire reason we were King's and Princess's, we had left our people. We had left my Father, the king, behind.
Tears covering my eyes, Drake pulling me into his embrace. I let my hand fall into his neck, his voice soothing me until I fell asleep.
The next time my eyes opened, I couldn't figure out where I was. The room looked so different from mine, but it looked similar. Instead of a open space, there was no bathroom, but there was a big bed standing there, in the middle of the room, where I was currently placed. The roof was perfectly white, not a single spot.
Next to me was a seeming like home made closet, a beautiful wooden one. It smelled of fresh wood, and I realized the fireplace that was about 7 feet away from me, had sparkling fire in it. Fresh popping noises from pieces burning up. I smiled, sinking further into the bed. The sheets underneath me was freshly washed.
And the reality hit me, "Where's my father?" I asked, as the door opened, and I saw Drake coming in.
"He is up in his room," His voice was low, a little bit sad.
I sat up, pulling the sheets close in on my naked body, "Is he-"
"He's fine," He said, and I nodded. He came up to me slowly and pulled me to his arms. His lips touched my head as softly as they possibly could, and I sighed out in relief. I wrapped my arms around his waist.
"Father?" I called out as I walked down the hallway, up to his big bedroom. But when I reached it, it was empty. Curiously, I looked around. But it was as empty of people it could get. Outside, there had never been so quiet.
"Father?" I called out, stretching out my hearing. I heard slight breathing that was heavy, pain filled, coming from his office. I started walking to his office direction.
When I slowly pushed the door open, I found my father sitting with his back toward me. His breathing heavy, as his chest went up and down.
"What happened?" I asked slowly and quietly.
"What I always was afraid of."
"What does that-"
"It means that under no circumstances are you to leave this castle, and you don't trust anyone."
He growled and snapped. I breathed out heavily, tears filling my eyes. I nodded and closed the door behind me again as I slowly walked out to the hallways again.
I went down to the kitchen, and into the dining room. The dining room had a beautiful blue colour as wallpaper, a big wooden table that was enough for 20 people to dine at, and beautiful flowers spread throughout the entire room.
Pulling out a chair, I quickly started thinking about how things had gotten to today. How messed up it had become.
And no matter how hard I thought about it, I couldn't figure out what Devon had meant by his speech, and why my father had decided that it was important that we'd leave. It just didn't add up. I was missing something, something important. Did it have something to do with my mother? Father never spoke of her. It was almost a sore spot, shaking him out of a bad nightmare. It seemed like a topic that was forbidden to speak off.
I rubbed my face in my hands, leaning forward as my hands got wet. I didn't realize I had started crying.
I had never known my mother. She had died when I was 2 years old. From what I wasn't sure as no one ever seemed comfortable to speak about her with me. But I had gotten told I looked a lot like her, with my bronze coloured hair that went down to my waist, and my sparkly blue eyes. She had however had perfectly blonde hair, whilst my dad had black hair. My curves and facial structure was clearly from his side, as he had stronger cheekbones than anyone I had met. My slightly olive coloured skin stemming from my moms side.
My mother had been a witch, or so I had been told. She wasn't practicing when she was alive, however.
My father and my uncle, they had left their original village, to come here, to start their own kingdom. Where people followed them rather than living in fear. It was a bravery thing, something I looked up to them for. Admired, even.
A few hours later, I had found my way back to my bedroom. A slight knock on the door was heard. It was Henry.
"Hey, what's going on, Henry?" I asked him as he bowed down to me. I smiled at his manners.
"The king sent me to make sure the princess was ready for dinner."
"I'm not hungry," I irritatingly responded to him. My manners, however, was rude.
"What's on your mind, pricess?"
"I'm just thinking. Do you know what ever happened to my mother?"
He sighed out, ruffling through his hair. He looked around, making sure no one was close by, as he slowly shut the door, and came in to sit with me. I scooted on the bed, allowing him a seat in front of me. I had a feeling we could be close friends, considering the age, if it wasn't for that warriors were forbidden to look our ways for friendship. Drake had been an exception considering his previous royal status at another kingdom.
"It is a forbidden topic, princess."
"Yes, it is. But I am telling you, as your leader, that you have to tell me what you know. Your suspicious acts are making me think that something else from the things I have been told exists."
He groaned out, fear covering his features. I touched his arm ever so gently, reassuring him that he won't end up in trouble.
"Word on the street was that your father, The King, had her executed for whatever cause. The blood was on his hands."
And just like that, my entire world crumbled.
