The Dark Prince

Chapter Nine

Anica sat on her bed for a few hours plotting. Oh well, trying to anyway. Many ideas crossed her mind but not one of them seemed plausible. She looked around the room to see what she could use.

The door that she had so skillfully or rather barbarically broken open was already sealed shut locking her in this beautiful prison. The only real light in the room came from the fire place that had a grill to prevent her from putting her fingers in it.

There were a lot of flower pots around the room bearing gorgeous sweet smelling purple dahlia’s and white hydras. She looked at the arrangement. It was simply magnificent. The flowers were artistically placed in a large white vase in the corner of the room in front of the dark brown curtains. She was sitting on a beautiful queen sized bed which had a trunk at its foot. The trunk had a seat sown on to it and added to the class of the room. Compared to Drakes room this room was tiny but to Anica is seemed gigantic.

After spending some moments admiring the room she turned her attention back to the vase. How heavy could it be?

She gripped the mouth of the vase and attempted to moved it. The vase had been filled almost to its brim with water for two specific reasons.

One was that the stalks of the flowers were too short to reach the bottom so hence the water level had to be brought up and second was so that Anica couldn’t move it.

Drake had thought of everything, and as he lay in his bed waiting for sleep to engulf him, his mind drifted off to the girl a few rooms down the hallway, wondering what she was doing.

He hoped that she had given up on trying to run away, for constantly having to catch her was becoming a nuisance. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea in the first place. But then as his wandering eyes rested upon Juliets portrait above the fireplace he reconsidered. After all possessing anything that resembled Juliet could never be a bad idea.

Anica sighed, tears of frustration rolled down her cheeks. She assessed the room again. The vase was out of the picture so she was just going to have to find something else to use.

She looked at the door. She was going to start her search there. It was an exquisite ebony door with a carved brass handle. The handle was in the shape of dragon. Anica loved ancient art and architecture.  It was rather ironic as to how many times she had dreamed about being allowed to stay in a castle like this yet when she got the chance, all she was doing was trying to get home.

“I’m going to get out of here,” She told herself, “one way or another.”

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I know this chappy is really short :P But my mom needs the laptop and shes really pissed :P

Nothing really is going on in here either.. I know... Im sorry... Idk how but suddenly i was just typing and i didnt hate was i was writing so i was like yay! Bye bye writers block!

And then i was at the bit with the dragon handles n i was like ok... now wht...

:P

I think writers block loves me a little too much.. So much so it doesnt seem to go away! :/

I know this chappy isnt half as good as what u guys deserve.. but i promise i will TRY and update tommorow!!

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