Runaway Princess

15: Runaway Princess

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The first thing I noticed was the smell. The air was filled with the stale atmosphere of dirty straw and heavy grease. My head pounded painfully, it was like someone had slammed my forehead into a boulder multiple times. I quickly reached up to touch the sore spot and felt something sticky on my fingers. I opened my eyes just slightly, narrowing them at the dark blood on the tips of my fingers and then searched the room I was in.

It was dark, only a strip of sunlight coming from a boarded up window, but it was just enough light to see that I was the only one in the room, though it was more like a stable. The room contained nothing but straw spread across the ground and a few clumps of dirt that had been stirred up from under the straw, probably from when I had been put in here.

The last thing I had remembered was a rock hitting me in the head. I clenched my teeth from the memory of who’d hit me.

A bang from outside my room sent my mind into focus. Sweat streaked my body and my oily hair fell into my eyes as I crawled over to the nearest wall to the noise. I leaned my ear against the rotting wooden board and tried to make out any noise.

Two hoarse voices carried their way to me but I couldn’t make out anything more than a few words that weren’t even enough to know what they were talking about. I pressed closer to the wall, though knowing that it wouldn’t do any better, but in fact the voices were getting more coherent and I realized that they were getting closer.

I jumped away from the wall when I could hear them without having to press my ear against it and from a quick look at the wall I had just been on I noticed that it had in fact been a heavily bolted door.

“Two?”

“Aye, two! Haven’t I just been tellin’ yeh a few seconds ago? Damned fool.”

“Es’ your fault, you keep talkin’ ‘bout the small one. Says he lookin’ like your girl from back home.”

“Aye and my girl from back home be lookin’ like the one an’ only princess, the missing one.”

“Raz, there’s only one princess in the kingdom.”

“I know that!”

“How you know what the princess looks like anyways?”

“Enough with you Gene, my mum’s been to see her at a festival one year an’ you know how she likes to describe things. Plus didn’t you see those released sketches from the palace? I imagine all the men out lookin’ for ‘er wants teh be the firs’ one to get ‘er, hopin’ she might fall in love with ‘er rescuer, aye? The chumps. That Prince Anthony chap has got her too tight for that teh happen. Anyhow, the princess looks just like that boy, I’m tellin’ yuh.”

“An’ you think the boy is the princess?”

“I’m just sayin’ how he looks! I ain’t not accusin’ the lad of bein’ her. I say, that’d probably be a bit of blasphemy, the lad’s so dirty he could be a farm slave, a pig farm at that. Although we might be partly responsible, I don’t think he’s woken up since we’d got ‘em and one of the cook’s grimy assistants has been feedin’ and waterin’ ‘im.”