Whispers in The Castle

The Future Queen

                        Prince Kyo Saito

It's been a month since the incident. My body hurts at times, but nothing like it had. I try not to think about that happened to much. But as I look at myself in the mirror. I grow furious. Clenching my fist.

How could I be so weak?.. So overpowered!?

I hit the mirror with my fist with a growl! Immediately pulling my head back as blood trickles from a small cut.

I sigh and stare at my blood. I look over at the servant across my room. "You. Get me a wrap." I order. She nods and walks away momentarily. Returning and taking my hand. Wrapping it gently.

"Thank you." I whisper. The servant woman smiles at me. "Big day today?" She ask as she straightens the collar of my royal suit.

I nod, "Yes. I'm meeting the Lady my parents decided I should marry." "Congratulations, Prince." She says softly. Fixing my ruffles then walking away and picking up my crown.

I watch her as she approaches and holds my crown in front of me. I take it and stare at it in my hands. It's gold, simple. Such is a prince's crown. I place it on my head and look at myself in the mirror.

"Let me grab your cape, my liege." The servant says and walks to my closet. I keep my eyes on my cracked mirror and my reflection. What a pathetic man I've come to be. The King is right, I'm a disappointment.

The servant returns and tosses the cake over one of my shoulders. Doing the clasp. "There. You look stunning. Any young Lady would be honored to have you." She says. My pupils glance towards her. "Yes.." I mutter before turning and exiting my room.

I head down the steps and towards the throne room. Where my parents await for me. The woman they've picked for me should be here soon.

I walk in and about half way down the room. Stopping and kneeling before my parents. Bowing my head.

The King smirks and my Mother compliments, "Handsome as ever." I stand and look towards her. Smiling. Her bruises have faded. She almost looks normal.

Then the throne doors open and we all glance towards them. A guard walks in announcing, "Lady Anya and her Father have arrived." My eyes widened.

The king motions for the guard to let them in. I stand there. Staring at the door. Oh Ervin, you don't know how much I wish it were you.

The guard opens the door, holding it open for a well dressed, older man and behind him follows his daughter. Lady Anya. She is beautiful. Pale skin, looks young, long and straight black hair, brown eyes and dressed in an emerald green gown. It's not to lavish. Actually it's quite simple. Some sort of matching hair band on her head to.

She walks gracefully. Her hands untwined together in front of her as she approaches me. Once she's in front of me, she curtsy and bows. Silent.

I glance at my Mother. She nods with a supportive smile. I look back to Lady Anya. I stare. Bowing slightly. "Lady.." I speak.

We stand before one another. I see why they chose her. The black hair, brown eyes, pale skin. We have similar features and an heir would look just as divine as us.

Her Father bows and speaks, "Your young Grace.. May I introduce my daughter.. Lady Anya." I glance at him then back to her. I nod once. "Delighted to meet you." I say. Might as well go along with this.

I glance back at the King. He glares at me. That glare. It's a threat. I see him take his glare to my Mother. I have to do this. For her. I turn back facing Lady Anya.

The king stands and walks up next to me. Placing a heavy hand on my shoulder. "Isn't she lovely?" I try not to tremble feeling his hand on me. "Y-yes.. Quite." I reply softly. "Go on. Take her for a walk in the garden while her Father and I speak." Oh yes, there is always a price.