We were always meant to say goodbye.. [haitus]

~ Chapter 2 - Mace POV ~

A loud beeping noise filled my ears. Sighing, I got out of bed and threw the cheap alarm clock at the nearest wall, of which had already been dented multiple other times. "Fucking hell." I breathed. My room was pretty plain, if you asked me. Polished hardwood floors and black walls. The only furniture was my bed, a nightstand and the wardrobe.

I quite liked it like that- much to my father's dismay. But what did he know, anyways? He was all bark and no bite. I got dressed- if you could even call it that. It was more just casual clothes; a black tunic and a pair of trousers that I had randomly selected from my wardrobe.

Turning towards the door, I took a breath and steadied myself. Walking into the corridor, the first thing I noticed was the smell of burning wood. It wasn't a new scent to me, but it was the first time I had actually noticed it. The halls were lined with red linen and silk, and the floors were a pearly obsidian. 

My shoes made a soft clicking sound as I walked through the now empty rooms of the once lively castle. Memories flashed before my eyes of when I was a child, small and insignificant in the world- just someone amongst the crowd. 

I stopped walking when I realised where I was. My father's throne room. He was probably in there right now, doing god knows what. I stood outside the large golden doors, and a small sigh escaped me as I pushed them open.

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A large room greeted me in return. It was as large as a ballroom. A red velvet carpet was beneath me. It ran across the entire length of the room. Lining the walls were thick red curtains. I knew what they were covering. So he still doesn't have the balls to take them down, huh. I thought to myself. 

At the very end of the room, it rose onto a platform. On that platform was a large throne, inlaid with plush velvet and rimmed with gold. But that wasn't the strangest thing about the room. On the platform was dozens of lit candles. There must've been at least sixty there. I walked into the room, shutting the door behind me as I walked towards the throne. I stopped just in front of it, and knelt into a bow. 

The man on the throne leaned down to look at me and sneered. "You're still alive?" Almost in disappointment. Disgust. I looked up, meeting eyes with me. He had a slight beard, and neatly trimmed hair. His physique was well built. The sad thing was, he would've been a very attractive and likeable man, if not for his personality. 

"Yes, fa- sir..." His eyes bore holes into mine. "If I didn't need a successor, I would've killed you long ago." I know, you tell me everyday. "Yes, sir. I understand." He stood up. "Very well then, boy. Off you go, your filthy presence has already been in mine for too long." I nodded shakily. You don't have to tell me twice. Leaving without a sound, I started for the front door. I took a coat with me before exiting the castle.

It was unlocked, as always. In this day and age, we didn't really have a need to care for intruders. The grass outside was a dark yet vibrant green, and was crispy and hot to the touch. I turned to my right and ran around the side of the castle. At the back was a path, leading onto the mountains. 

I followed this path, looking down onto the village below. The castle was situated on a mountain, so it was easy to study neighbouring kingdoms and villages. At the end of the path was a gazebo, at a secluded place in the mountains. It was hidden well enough in the snow that no one else would find it- it was all to me. I was at the top of the mountains, and could overlook the whole valley.