I always knew no one in my family loved me except for mother. She always enjoyed how wild and free I was, my father not so much. I clung onto the dense green vines that grew on my castle. The cool wind whipped my face. I stood over the full bright moon, shining above a forest of tall dark trees. I turned and took one last look at the beautiful moon standing over Carthya, and started to climb.
I always seemed to think better when I climbed. I felt the anger at my father for being so foolish, I felt the jealousy at Darius for being so perfect and because I knew my father would never love me the same. A strange feeling started forming inside of me. A lump in my throat started to form. I felt a tear start to shed. It silently rolled down my cheek. I despised its very existence. I told myself I would not cry. But I couldn't help it I sat on the nearest window ledge and put my face in my hands.
"How could my father hate me so?" I asked myself aloud sobbing. I don't know why I asked, I already knew the answer. It was because I was free and rules never bothered me. I was a complete and utter joke. Prince Jaron, if a person ever heard that name they would never think of me. They would think of a cookie cutter prince who does what he's told and not a mischievous immature child like me. I never would be fit to be king.
I heard a noise from below the ledge I was on. I quickly wiped my tears with the back of my hand and looked at the window I was sitting in front of. It was the window to the library .I grinned because I knew I had my escape route and I went to open it. My grin quickly slid off my face, it was locked. I heard the noise again, it sounded like someone fumbling with the lock on their window. I peered down and realized that it was my father trying to open up his window for his nightly gaze at the midnight moon, and when he does he will see me.
I decided I would hide behind the vines so when he opens his window he will not see me. I quickly slid around behind them. My plan would have worked if my foot had not got caught. So when he opened the window which made me lose my balance. I started to fall, I felt the vine wrap tightly around my foot and swung me right in front of his window after he opened it. I cursed at myself for being so silly. My father was guffawing at me so hard he couldn't breathe. When he finally caught his breath he summoned some servants to come and fetch me down.
When the servants finally came they kept jostling me and I almost fell. On numerous occasions I had to yell at them to be careful. All the meanwhile my father was scolding and interrogating me on what I was doing. Luckily to my rescue Darius came in, in the middle of father yelling at me." What in the world is going on?" Darius asked.
"Nothing I'm just trying to figure out why Jaron was outside my window. Now Jaron tell me why! " My father yelled. I glanced at Darius for help.
"I asked him to... grab me a...a ...book from the.... library, yeah the library." Darius said hesitantly. My brother was the worst liar.
"Oh Darius, do not lie for me dear brother. Father if you must know I was simply spying on the rather pretty servant upstairs." I stated calmly. My father's face turned a violent shade of beet red.
"You shall go to your room when they get you down and I will, mark my words, I will deal with you in the morning!" he roared spewing spit every this way and that. I tried to suppress my grin and it was very hard to do so.
The servants worked even quicker and eventually got me down. It took at least twenty minutes for the blood to rush down from my head, and still it took another thirty minutes for my face to return back to its normal color, when it finally did I layed on my back in my bed. I thought about how I never felt so out of place in my entire life. Royalty was to, what's the word, fancy. It was absolutely absurd. Everyone fussed over you if you got a scratch, the rooms were ridiculously huge, and the amount of food you got could make you sick. I thought about where I would be if I were a normal boy. Instead of being taught how to sword fight, read, be a ruler, and negotiate terms of trade. I would just be learning the letters of the alphabet, picking on pretty girls, and roughhousing with other boys my age. I yearn for a place to fit in, anywhere but here. With my thoughts to lull me off to sleep, my eyes began to close ever so slowly, and I began to drift off to dreamland
