Class Traitor

The Prince

Montgomery Ross, also called Monty by the workers and towns people was the prince of his family's kingdom. He had just finished celebrating his 17th birthday and in another year, the boy would take over his father's role as king. 

It was a cool fall night with a light whispering breeze. To celebrate the young one's birthday his parents had invited all the rich and powerful kings/queens to a grand ball. As he lay in his soft bed under velvet sheets Montgomery thought back to earlier that night and how beautiful it all was. The fancy decorations that were seen as priceless to him but easily replaceable to most others. All the candles and chandelier lights swaying with the people as though they too were dancing. Everyone's gorgeous most over the top outfits shinning through and moving together, swirling with their partners morphing into some sort of painting. Montgomery had done some quaint dancing with people here and there but all in all he was a people watcher. An exceptional introvert with just the right amount of charm to swoon any lady. But he wasn't interested in any of that. Unlike his father Montgomery didn't care about having a queen to bare his future children. He loved to be by himself.

Lastly, the boy thought about how wonderful the food was. The desert, crisp and beautifully made. Custard tarts that dissolved in your mouth to give the perfect amount of lemon tart. All the meats were freshly cooked to perfection with sauces that sat just right on your tongue. A stomach growl and a quiet chuckle was heard as the night's memories came back. But enough of that I'm just getting myself hungry thinking about it.

Montgomery shifted in his bed now staring over at the hand crafted windowsill. the sheer curtains were being pushed and prodded at by the wind flowing into the bedroom from the open window. The light breeze had flown about and blew out his candles minutes ago so he lay still in the darkness with only the moon giving light. The boy finally closed his eyes listening in to faint melodies reverberating about the castle grounds by a lone violinist practicing.

And dear reader just like I, this boy was a serious night owl. As the outside noises quieted he opened his eyes once again to the bright smile of the moon. Montgomery swiftly tossing the blanket off of himself he sat up. The sound of quiet feet on hardwood could now be heard sneaking out of the cool bedroom and into the warm hallway. The candles were all blown out so he hopped back into the room to grab the closets candle there was. Thus began his journey to the kitchen to fetch a single red apple. The candelabra Montgomery was holding felt cool to the touch. But when he had held it out infront of him for awhile it warmed up by the heat of his hand. The kitchen door creaked ever so slightly and he jumped from the doorway into the smelly room. Now, when I say smelly I don't mean horse manure or the sweat of a solider. When I say smelly I mean the smells of fresh bread and spices just waiting to be used mixed all together to make some sort of kitchen smell. Montgomery had only smelled this curious scent a couple times before and to say he missed it would be correct.

Anyway, the apples had been spotted by the boy sitting in the woven basket huddled together for they didn't know what was to come. montgomery quickly snatched one, stood in the middle of the room to get the full aroma of herbs and spices mixing and then stepped out. placing the apple in between his teeth he turned around and closed the wooden door hearing the hinges creak often. The apple made a crunch noise as the teen bit into it. 

Suddenly though, the sounds of terrifying screams and yells could be heard. it wasn't loud, you could barely hear it but it was there. montgomery's pace had quickened as he got closer to the entrance to his room. He closed the door as quickly as he could without waking everyone up. The apple had been tossed out the window haphazardly and the candles were now blown out. The candelabra was placed back on his shelf like it had never even been moved and the boy was back in bed. He only ever heard his father mention the screams a couple times in his lifetime. His father told him the screams were from dead relatives or other random dead people that died in the castle. I don't know he liked to change it up. But of course Montgomery was a smart child and he knew the agonizing screams weren't ghosts. Always too nervous he would be caught or harmed the boy never-not even once tried to figure it out. Maybe it was criminals who had stolen precious jewels being tortured? or murderers being brought down into the basement to be executed? he would never know.

Montgomery turned over so his back face the moon and closed his eyes. His curiosity would never get the best of him to find out what was happening. Never. Or so he thought.