In a world of kings, swords and magic, a woman of happiness and dreams meets a man of hatred and nigthmares. Can she introduce him to light? Can he help navigate her through her darkness.
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Reid Stone is the second prince of Wyland. He has spent h...
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Reid
I rubbed my throbbing head. Laughter and loud conversions took over the brightly lit room. The table was flooded with all types of food, plates and chalices were being passed in front of you face. It was all so much.
Like I do at every party, I sat in the shadows. My father and brother were at the head of the table, enjoying party more than everyone else. The all mighty Wyland king spent his time bragging to onlookers about his firstborn. I looked over to find my mother surrounded by a bunch of high class women, annoyed and unamused.
I really had no interest in any of the conversations around the room. My head hurt so much. The one thing that did catch my attention was the lack of the 'Queen's Maiden'. Morgan had shown up at the beginning of the party but had disappeared short after.
My shadows were going 1000 miles per hour under my skin, begging for me to find her. To see her. Touch her.
Deep down I knew that that desire was partially my fault.
And although my heart raced everytime she was in the same room, a part of me did not want to find her.
I did not want her harmonic voice to tell me how sorry or disappointed she was. I did not wanna see the pity painted on her gorgeous features.
Knowing no one was paying attention to me, I leaned back and let my shadows out on my lap. They were like little pets and definitely had a mind of their own. Often when I was bored, I would let them take control and they would turn into shapes. As I got older they would start making shows for me. Reinacting a book I just read or a fantasy I had. They were kind of like dreams.
They slowly crawled out of my tattoos and pooled in my lap. I looked up to see if anyone was watching. They weren't. I looked down and was met with a small shadowy Morgan. She spun around and waved at me.
I almost laughed at my shadows obsession. Then out of nowhere some shadowy man was made and he stabbed Morgan in the chest. They both melted away and I was once again left with a smoky pool. I knew exactly what they were trying to say.
Go find her, she could be in trouble. You never know.
With my fear overpowering my guilt, I left the party to look for her.
I wasn't even walking down the hall for five minutes when I heard a female moaning. They were soft and coming from a supply closet. Curiosity overtook me and I softly knocked on the door.
"Hello?"
A small squeal came from inside and the door flew open. The redhead reporter from the garden stood in the doorway. Her hair was a mess, her pants were unbuttoned and she was in her bra, clutching her shirt to her chest. She was breathing heavily through her swollen lips and her face was etched with embarrassment.
"Your Majesty," she squeaked,"please excuse me." And with that, she ran off.
"Oh come on man." Morgan appeared in the doorway. She looked completely fine other than fuzzy hair and a few wrinkles in her dress. I guess she was taking charge in there.
