King of the revolution (boyxboyxboy)

(24) The prince

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Dion Elton

I woke up from another nightmare, eyes staring up at the ceiling and my hands grabbing at the fancy blankets. My expression held a silent form of pain but I didn't show any fear no matter how terrible my dream was. Whether it was me being sliced open and killed by my father or being brainwashed to rule this country forever, I was used it by now, the same rain dripping against the windows and the same footsteps walking outside my room.

Slowly I drifted my gaze towards the bookshelf's by my bed, wincing at the sight of my unfinished work. Or maybe at the thought of how much work I had already finished. A week had passed since I last had seen anything but these marble walls and slowly time was becoming nothing but an inevitable circle. It kept going around and around I had no way of stopping it, counting the days until I was let free. And every day I spent in silence, every night in fear and pain. So I began to wonder what I had done in my past life to become the only son of the only tyrant in the country.

And my father, oh my father. A week had passed yet nobody had come by to see me. He was still waiting for something, keeping me anxious and lonely. All I hear from him are threats. Threats and empty orders do work and work and work. Just like in the old times I was locked in my room with piles of books to memorize and study. I don't know if he finds it amusing to pull me from my studies only to add new ones, but I'd rather think it's for my own best than to confirm that my own father hates me. But I take it, it's not a good sign when you haven't seen your parent in over a dozen years and he isn't in a rush to see you when he can.

A week spent at the palace yet nothing nothing has changed.

I don't know what is happening outside these fancy walls, I don't know if the rebellion is okay or not. Nobody speaks to me, nobody comes to see me. A week has passed and I've only been allowed to stare into my books all day, and for the first time in forever I actually crave to know what is going on in the world. I've been locked up before, but never with a certain amount of hope installed in my heart. Why does the world hate me so much? They push me around in different directions, giving me hope and then taking it all back just a few days later.

I wish I had Allan and Jake with me. I miss them.

I miss the way they would hug me at night, telling me that everything is going to be okay. The little whispers of comfort that turned out to be pretty lies. The long conversations and stories of heroism, all now faded in my memory as I was slowly giving up on ever seeing them again. Their thoughts and opinions that differed from mine so greatly, but soon turned out to be truthful. All those things that I'm not forcing myself to forget, because there is no chance that I'll be able to fight against my father. Especially the opinions that they have laid out for me, the ones that sounded so perfect but now are nothing but foolish and wrong. I am Dion Elton, and in reality I was never going to become anything more than an enemy or a tool to them.

But the contract... the contract stated that I have to have a tracker implanted in me. No matter how much fear and discomfort I feel at the mention of the rebellion now, I can't bring myself to take it away. What if they really succeed and need to find me? It's become clear that I still have a little bit of hope, deep inside my heart. Hope that they'll be here when I need them the most, hope that I wasn't just a tool for their rebellious plans.

Soon night has turned into morning, and I didn't bother sleeping. Sleep will only lead to more nightmares.

I was expecting another day of reading and studying, only to hear several footsteps approach my door. Anxiously a feeling of fear began to bubble up in my body, but I had no choice but to wait and see. The lock turned and clicked, and I watched two maids walk in without saying anything, five guards following them. With cold expressions the two women approached me like it was nothing, taking a quick look at how I was dressed. Since nobody said anything I refrained from speaking up and just let them do what they had to.