Kingdom of the fallen

Two

The last time I saw my kingdom, was fourteen years ago. The man who had killed my father, had kept me locked up in what seems like a prison cell. It was concreated, with a creaky and uncomfortable metal bed. There was a small shelf with a bucket to use the bathroom in. The door was locked, as I was unseen from the word. I was pronounced dead.
I was sound asleep, as I heard loud footsteps walking towards me room. It was him.
The door slammed open, as I jumped awake. I had no clue what time it was, or how long I was asleep. Everything was muffled as I was still half asleep. I opened my eyes to see the tall mans figure standing by the door, locking it behind him.
He turned to me, with a menacing grin. I quickly stood up, as my body trembled.
“F-Felix”
I was quickly cut off, by his deep voice.
“Who said you could speak?”
“I’m sorry”
I spoke quickly after, without thinking, and without hesitation I felt impact come to my face. I stumbled backwards onto the bed, as I felt my face. I didn’t cry, or even let out a sound, as I was used to this behavior. Saying this was the worst thing he’s done to me would be a lie.
My ears started to ring, as I heard Felix screaming. I couldn’t make out what he was saying, as his voice always gave me a headache from my sensitive ears.
“DON’T YOU IGNORE ME!” he kept screaming.
He didn’t care about me, yet instead used me.
“F-Felix please I’m sorry!!”
I closed my eyes as tightly as I could, as if they were glued shut. Felix was the man who took me. He had shirt deep brown hair. He was tall compared to me, with an average body weight.
“YOU KNOW I HATE APOLOGIES!!”
I flinched at his screaming, and before I could say anything, I felt something hard hit my head. I felt a dark, wet substance splash over me, along with glass shattering on impact.
I couldn’t tell if the dark color was from wine, or my own bleeding head. I could feel myself slipping unconscious as I started to fall. The last words I heard from him were,
“You should have obeyed, you’re no better than your father.”
His footsteps faded away, as the creaky floor followed behind him. I fell on top my wet, and glass filled bed. I fell out of consciousness.
What seemed like hours that had passed, I finally woke up. I leaned forward as the word looked like it was spinning. I let out a grunt, as the pain in my head was overwhelming.
I reached to feel my head, but instead of blood, glass, or even my tangled hair, I felt a soft cotton material. Someone had bandaged my head, but who was it? Questions rolled through my head, as Felix never cared, so why would he be the one to do it? But no one else knows of my existence.
Felix had kept me hidden from the outside word; my life was being told as a children’s fairytale. From what Felix has told me, everyone from my homeland is dead, and everyone knows it.
I’ll hear faint footsteps outside my door sometimes. A few times I heard metal clashing, a group of women laughing, or a dog barking. I’ve heard birds chirping, and even sometimes small knocking. I have no clue where I am. I’ve been stuck in a mysterious place for what seems like forever. I can’t even try to get help, as no one knows I’m here.
There was once, I risked it all. I screamed at the top of my lungs, but I was unheard. I was so far away, that it was almost impossible to hear me. I’ve been locked away deep in the castle, so hidden that no one would suspect a thing. I can’t even see the light of the sky, or the shimmer of the stars. Anytime I asked, he snapped back at me. I’d get a harsh no, followed by a sick punishment. I’m terrified to say no, as I’m feared ill get beaten to death.
I took a long deep breath, as I looked at my hands. They were covered in small sharps of glass, which felt like tiny needles. When my gaze fixated to my leg, there was a huge chunk stabbed inside. I must have fallen on top of it when I passed out. It was a sunk a few inches inside my leg. Whoever had helped my head, forgot to take it out.
My eyes widened, as my head was filled with terrible thoughts. Was there finally a way out? A chance to be free from this place, a way to end my suffering?
I let out a small gasp, as my eyes lit up. My prayers of leaving this place had been heard, even if it wasn’t in an ideal way. This was my light through the darkness.
I reached for the shard of glass, my fingers wrapping around it. My skin was tender, as a small wince escaped my mouth. I started to pull it out slowly, with every intention of ending everything. My suffering, my loneliness, my pain.
I took a deep breath, as I was about to pull the shard out of my leg. I paused, as I heard footsteps quickly approaching my door. I quickly removed my hand, waiting for Felix to slam the door open, but my thoughts were wrong.
I watched as a small piece of paper slipped under my door, sliding in front of me. I hesitated but slowly picked it up.
A wave of confusion ran through my body, as I scanned the letter. Felix would have opened the door to speak to me, so who was this from? I quickly read the letter, as it read,

“Kamilla, please stay strong, as for you’re not alone. I know you’re in there, and I promise I’ll get you out. You’re being held captive by King Felix, in Le lac Rouge. He knows you come from a strong family, as he wants to gain as much power as possible. And to do that, he’s going to use you, to take over the world. I only know, as I’ve been watching from afar. I’ve heard your cries, praying you’re alive by the time he leaves. I’ve seen him go inside without food for weeks, leaving with blood on his hands. It pains me I cannot help, but I promise with time, you’ll be out of there. I’ll try my hardest to get you out of there with the little power I have. I sadly cannot tell you who I am, as it will risk getting us both hurt. Be patient and have hope inside your heart.

Ps. You can call me Luc for now.”

Luc? Who was this mysterious person, and how did they know I was here? Questions circled my mind, as I read the note over, and over, again.