After a few more moments on the roof, Axel helps me to climb down the ladder which was rather difficult, this ball gown was not made for climbing up and down industrial ladders! The smile on his face from the news I had told him still on his lips, I’m so happy that he’s this ecstatic for us having a baby together. But the smile soon leaves his lips once the official from before walks over, clipboard in hand not looking very happy. “Can somebody please inform me why a number of people are practicing flying from this castle recently, have I somehow missed the invitation?!” He asks clearly very upset over what has happened, I mean there has been four different people meet their end that way. “This is a matter you and I will discuss privately, wait here.” Axel tells the man before turning to me, I smile glad he was going to talk with that man because I wouldn’t have a clue what to say if it were me! Axel smiles placing a kiss on my lips before turning to the man, they both walk to the
10 months later Toady is finally, the day of my coronation, to the delight of the officials. Our lives have been so incredibly crazy over these past few months, not only having to deal with the investigations swirling around The Dark Secrets Of The Realms book. Which due to the main players in that situation, such as Hannah, Jonathan and the former King and Queen, it wasn’t such an open and closed case. I had to sit and talk for hours with so many officials, they had me go over everything which happened and all the information that I knew! But in doing so, they were able to find where Hannah had buried her mother so she could be laid to rest. She had been in the castle grounds the entire time, under the huge tree they both explained was important to their mother.We had a huge ceremony for his mother which millions of people attended, it was clear that so many people loved Axel’s mother while she was Queen but also after. We also laid Hannah to rest with her parents, I know she made
“Evermore! You worthless piece of shit, you’re burning the dinner!” My step father Patrick, shouts up the stairs to me, I knew by the tone in his voice that I needed to move. I had to run up to change my top as I spilt hot sauce on it, I must have forgotten to turn the hob off while I was away. The sauce was burning my skin so I didn’t think, I’ll do better next time. As I arrive in the kitchen, Patrick stood there with his arms crossed looking at me with a stern look. I move passed him and to the dinner, only to find that the dinner wasn’t burned at all but looked around about done. “You’re lucky it’s not burnt, you and I would be having one of our talks if it did.” He tells me from behind, I gulp fear making its way through me as I nod my head.I knew what he meant by talk, I wasn’t in the mood to have to deal with one of those today. Not that I’m ever in the mood to have one, I wanted to just make this dinner and head to bed without any trouble today. He looks me up and down wit
The loud smashing from downstairs was a result of Zoe dropping her plate on the floor, which of course, she couldn’t clean up herself. I was forced to clean the glass up while also cooking her another dinner. After I was done, I escape to the attic once again and immerse myself in one of my hidden books. I had just read through a chapter of the book, when I hear the front door knocking. I always stop what I’m doing when the door knocks, I think a part of me hopes that somehow someone has found out what my family have been doing and will come and save me. As you can see, that hasn’t happened yet but I’m holding out to hope that it will. “Oh Francis, what can I do for you?” Patrick asks which told me who was there, it was one of our nice neighbours who used to always smile at me when I would walk by. “I have been sent to all the neighbours to tell them there us this fair like event happening tomorrow, someone important is visiting and all the residents have to attend, that includes
The morning of whatever event this is soon rolls around, where you could just tell by the way in which Patrick was acting, he was growing nervous. I had been kept away for years and in conditions that most would dem inhumane, which is something he definitely, does not want people to find out about. I was finishing getting ready for the day in the attic, they had allowed me to shower which meant I was fixing my hair so I looked presentable. The girls had given me some clothes, where they loved to tell me that I could keep them as they didn’t want to touch anything that had been on my body. But I didn’t mind that much, that meant that I had some fresh clothes that I could wear. I stare at myself in the tiny broken mirror that was on the wall, I don’t look in the mirror much as it only makes me sad to what I have become over the years. My bright green eyes have turned dull in a sense due to the constant abuse and hunger that I endure and feel on a daily basis. My mother constantly tell
After the man’s little speech, everyone begins to get back to what they were doing before and talking amongst themselves. My eyes remained on the floor as I tried to rationalise what just happened, how and why did I feel like that when him and me made eye contact? Could it be down to me staying in the attic for too long and don’t know what it means to socialise? Before these questions could swirl around my mind any longer, Patrick who still had my arm begins to pull me out of the crowd of people. For a second, I also forgot that he was a person! “Me and the girls are going to do some shopping around the stalls, do you want to come?” My mum turns to ask Patrick, not that she would ask me if I wanted to join their little bonding time. “No, I’ll stay behind and make sure this disgrace doesn’t try to make a run for it.” He responds looking down at me, my mother sends me a disgusted look before walking away with the two girls. “Now you may see why we keep telling you that you’re too muc
I couldn’t stop my hands from shaking as I sat with my body pressed against the door of the car, the king man was sat a short distance away from me but just from the manner he was sat, I could see he wanted to get closer to me. My heart was pounding in my chest as the worried thoughts of what may lay ahead for me consume my mind, how on earth have I landed myself in this situation? I try to avoid looking at the man at all costs, I was worried if I stare at him for too long he would lash out like Patrick does. But the times he would turn to look at me, he would either smile or send me a look of sadness. I could sense that he wanted to speak but also knew, I wouldn’t reply. I turn my full attention to the window watching the whole world pass us by, I’m seeing more of the world than I did before I was locked away for all of those years. We were quite far away from the village, back in his speech he told the town that his kingdom isn’t far from the village. But from this car ride alone,
I was sat in what appears to be my new bedroom for a few long moments, my brain attempting to comprehend what has been happening but due to how complex this all felt, it was finding that topic difficult. I still haven’t got a clue why I’m here, when I asked Axel he was more than a little cagey with his response. He kept repeating that I would learn in time why I was here and I only needed to trust him, but when and how am I going to learn what he was talking about?! I have been locked in the attic for more years than I could count on my fingers, yet the first guy that I meet and who technically, saved me from that life, wants me to trust him off the bat! Now I can’t deny that I do get this weird but wonderful feeling when I’m around Axel, somewhere I just know that he will protect me no matter what happens. But the part of my brain that isn’t fully mesmerised by him is telling me that none of this is making sense, I know I have been away from society for so long but even I know that