Resist // l.s

Chapter 2.

{ W } hen I walked down to the patrons chambers,

I was ordered to go to sleep. There were two guards that stood outside our doors the whole time; as if we'd even try and escape. There was no escaping this place. None. I got into my bed and let out a soft sigh as I rested my head back against the pillow.

"What did the Prince want with you?" A male beside me asked. I frowned a little and gave a shrug, sighing softly. 

"He just..." But right before I was about to tell him what happened, I remembered the Princes last words to me. 'Do not tell anyone anything of what has just happened'. I looked at the boy again and gave him a little shrug. "He just gave me a little introduction to what he expects from me. That's all." It was scary how easy it was to lie to the blonde that was in the bed next to mine, but I wanted to do as I was told...after all, that was how people survived in this place, right..? I couldn't exactly disobey their orders, they were Royalty; my life was in their hands...Rolling onto my side, I sigh softly and shut my eyes. What was the Prince's problem? Why would he do that to me, asking those questions? The scene replayed in my head, the way he pinned me down by my hands, his body pressed firmly against mine; his eyes baring into mine with an intensity I'd never felt in my life. The way he only gripped harder when he thought I was lying...why would he ask such a strange question? What did it matter if I was gay? He was probably just disgusted. After all, all Royals had to be straight; no question about it. So that was it; he was disgusted by my sexuality, even though I denied it, he could tell.  And soon I found myself drifting to sleep; still worrying about those piercing green eyes that seemed to know everything about me without me needing to utter a single word.

*****

"Get up!" Was the only warning I had before I was pushed and fell face first onto the ground. I let out a groan and slowly looked up, meeting the eyes of a guard. So. It wasn't all a nightmare. I got up as quick as I could and looked around the room, seeing that the same thing was happening to all the rest of the patrons. "It's shower time, move, move, move!" The guard yelled and we were all suddenly being pushed and bustled around, down some hallway and through a door into a white room. There were small white tiles covering both the floor and walls, along with shower heads all around the room...but no cubicles. No privacy. 

"Aren't there any shower curtains?" Some boy asked softly; the blonde that shared the bed beside mine. I think his name was Niall. The guard closest to him hit him with some rod and I watched as he buckled over.

"No asking questions! Strip down!" I immediately did what he said, but turned around so no one could see. I covered myself up best I could and moved over to a shower head, turning the water on. I flinched at the coldness and tried the hot tap, but nothing changed. "Patrons do not receive warm water until they deem themselves worthy!" The guard explained and I sighed. Of course. I forgot I was in hell.

Once we'd all showered - everyone learned to just do as they were told after that - we were all lead through the castle to the kitchen; made to watch the cooks prepare the food. "You will all be tested on your own particular skills...for all we know, some of you may be brilliant at cooking, some of you may be better at serving the food, and some of you may just be a better cleaner. Understood?" All seven of us gave a nod. "According to said talent, we will find a job around the castle which is best suited to you...and best suited to what we are looking for. Each of your mentors all require a certain thing and I'm sure they'll inform you of what job you are working towards." I had to bite my lip so I didn't sigh; a guy yawned earlier and got hit for it. We were then lead to the large hall that we were in the day before, and saw that all the Royals - along with the other mentors - where standing and waiting for us. Did they really wake up this early every morning..? After being told to go to our allocated mentor, I licked over my lower lip and slowly made my way over to the Prince that was still staring me down the same way he had the day before. Brow furrowed, eyes narrowed, gaze harsh...but his hair seemed to just be curled so perfectly and I found myself wondering what it must feel like.