Darkness. It was the only way to describe how I felt, what I could see, and hear. Voices constantly telling me things I couldn't understand. I'd barely eaten anything. I was still under weakness potions. It may have been a luxurious living place - king George's bedroom, but nothing is more luxurious than freedom. I wanted out, and out was the one thing I couldn't have. I see how the roles have been switched. Oh how the turns of tables some may say, but as the day grows brighter, I get darker. I don't understand why the king could ever do something like this to me, I guess he wanted me to stay with him forever, but that was impossible. The only way true connections are formed, is by nature, fate and destiny. All of which did not occur between us. It was planned, forced and devilish. This was more than just a play date, it was a kidnapping. Though, in his eyes there was nothing wrong. He'd gotten what he wanted, and that's all that mattered. The only way out of this is to live through it, go with whatever he says, but deep down, I know it's him, dream, I need. Right now I want nothing more than my father, but my heart longs to be in Dream's touch.
My thoughts were interrupted by the bottom of a man. It was obvious he had no idea what he was doing, he was clearly getting help from people. The lack of people around him in his lifetime must've made him like this.
The short male entered the extravagant room, with a beaming smile, sharper than the blades I used to kill my enemies in my past life. If only I could rip the smile from him and use it as a weapon to kill him. See the blood pour from deep cuts, and stab wounds, but I know that it I were to do that, the guards would have me dead, queen or not, hero or villain, death was the only option for such a disappointment to the country, that isn't mine.
"Raven! I'm so sorry to be away for so long, I was welcoming my friends back to the country. I'd allow you to say hello, but if any man were to see my girl, they would be killed in an instant, and these boys mean a lot to me." He whined, walking over and pouting, as he lay on my chest. "I would let you be free but I could loose you again! I really don't want you to go, my dear." He sighed.
I wanted to pour my anger all over him, as if it were acid that could make his skin boil and his blood go dry. But I couldn't. Everything he fed to me had weakness in it, causing me to loose physical strength any time I were to consume a meal, it's to the point were he has to feed me things. Hopefully this Great Depression saga doesn't last as long as I fear it might.
"I forgot you can't respond. The weakness has really done something to you. I really mustn't let you have strength, though. You would leave me!" I let out as much as a sigh as I could, I had been building my energy up. "George, this isn't what I want. I don't want to be a damsel in distress, I want to be my free self, fight against people. I won't leave your side, but the more you keep me away from my family, my friends, the world, the more I want you dead." I hissed at him. I watched as tears filled his eyes, and he cried.
"I know! I'm so stupid! I should've never kept you locked away!" He got up and ran out of his room, I was unaware of where he was heading, but he was gone for now, and that's all that mattered.
A few moments later, a tall, masked, male entered the room, with a small boy behind him. Dream and George. George shives dream into the room and closed the door, leaving just me and my 'lover' alone. He walked over to me and cupped my chin. I was laying down on the bed, unable to move due to lack of energy.
"My god, what has he done to you?" He sighed, fear in his eyes. He pulled me into a hug. "You look starved. Has he been feeding you?" I managed to nod, and let out small words. "Weakness, food. Cant eat." It was like a baby learning how to speak. All he did was nod. "He's adding weakness into your food, isn't he?" He sighed, hugging me tighter. I wanted to cry but didn't have the physical strength to. He gave me a slight pat on the head, then sighed. "I'll get you out of here soon. I promise." His voice was so soft and comforting, I wanted to fall asleep in his arms, and so I did. George would be mad but I would just say, if I could, that I was too weak, and sleeping was all I could do.
