Chaos happens in Kingdom Euthoria when the omega Prince, Prince Metawin, gets marked by a mere commoner who visits the palace to give his order of baked goods.
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It feels like I've been in the cell forever. The lump that has formed at the back of my throat never leaves, and the guilt in the pit of my stomach keeps on eating me whole. The guard who lashed at me is outside my cell, guarding as his life depends on it. And I am not complaining.
What the hell did I even do... I marked the Prince of my kingdom, and... it feels so unreal.
I know I've fucked up.
The royals will any time, order someone to kill me. They won't spare me... but I hope they won't harm my parents. They don't have to do anything about my silly act. They are innocent.
I hear a door open, the creak of it and the sound of it scraping against the stone ground. I feel a dreadfulness taking over me, wondering who it might be. It might be the person who's going to decide whether I live or not-- but I only see the dejected faces of my parents in my view.
"King and Queen allowed his parents to meet him." a new guard says to the guard who's been killing me in his mind. He takes a sharp turn only to glare at me and leaves with fuming eyes as he stands far from the cell, allowing us to talk freely.
My mother and father stare at me for a while with so many emotions in their eyes. It is mostly sadness and worry. There's not even a hint of anger. I forget about the pain in my body and hurry toward the bars of the cell. (as I was sitting at the other end of the cell) The chains around my legs start hurting, but I ignore them as well.
I scoot closer, stumbling in pain as I grip hold of two bars to hoist myself to half kneeling position. Mother breaks into a fit of tears as she crouches before me. Her hands immediately wrap around mine. Father too crouch down beside her, not shedding a single tear but his face heavy with sadness.
"Bright... my baby..." mother whispers and looks at me. She doesn't say more but gives me that look, asking me to say something.
"I am sorry, mother," I mutter as I hang my head low. "I don't know what came to me... it just happened. I swear I didn't know he was the Prince." I admit.
"We know... you never- ever do something like this without thinking... But w-why- did you have to mark him?" she asks.
Even I don't know.
He was beautiful, and I was captured by that. The next thing I knew, jealousy took over me. I knew he was a nobleman but not the Prince... Even knowing that, I felt like I would lose him if I just walked away. Obviously... I was just a peasant, and he was a noble person. The chances were low.
So maybe I did that so he won't become someone else's. Only Mine.
I don't know.
"I don't know, mother." I partially lie. "It would be an understatement to say that he was beautiful. Maybe it captured my heart. I know you have told me not to go after beauty since it's temporary... so maybe it's beyond beauty what I saw..." I say.
