Ta da! Part two! Italics at bottom are inner thought.
Maroon colored walls inlaid with gold fixtures and trimming all blend together in a blur as I pace outside the doors, waiting. I'm anxious, my nerves gone over the edge entirely. The impatience I have held at bay for the past two days overwhelms me and I lash out at whatever I can reach, my fist creating a hole in the previously perfect wall. One of the doors open at the rather loud sound and reveal my parents, both looking rather beside themselves at my behavior.
"Why? Why, after all this time must they inflict something so archaic upon me? Why must I be subjected to this, when even you did not have to face this sort of encroachment?"
My voice is rough and tired, as I have not slept in many nights. As I talk, the strength my anger gave to me dissipates, and I'm left more exhausted that I can ever remember being in my entire life.
"I am so sorry my son. If there were anything I could do, I would. Alas there is nothing. If you are not betrothed to a lady of royal blood by summer's end, you shall never ascend the throne, and your birthright will be given to another."
My father approaches me as he speaks, the way one would with a wounded animal you are afraid will run at any second. He looks torn, part of him having so much sympathy for my situation, and the other is enraged by what is being done to me. Mother stands further back, silently crying for me. At the images of hopelessness in front of me, I give in to a bit of my exhaustion and slump down in front of a wall. Sitting silemtly, with my knees brought up to my chest. As the cold reality of not being able to escape this fate consumes me. I can't help but wonder though....
'If this had not happened, would I have ever seen her again anyways?'
