Such Sweet Sorrow

Chapter Five: An Endless Field

Chapter Five: An Endless Field

"What will you do to improve the country, King Roberts?"

My father stood in front of a podium, speaking to a crowd of press.

"Tax cuts for the rich. They deserve a break from all these greedy poor commoner who cannot afford to pay me their taxes! You there!" I saw my father point his thick finger at me, his beady eyes full of anger. "Where is my money?"

"I don't...I don't have any." I begged, "Please- Please spare me and my family. We will starve!"

"I would, but I haven't had my second lunch yet!" he charged towards me and so did a group of guards. I tried to run, but I found myself glued to the spot. "Kill her now, so I can go home and bathe in a tub of liquid gold!"

"Please No!" I begged, I felt a guard tie a noose around my neck, then a sharp kick in the back of my knee cause me to fall. I struggled to get up but I was hanging by my neck, loosing breath. I saw my mother crying in the crowd that stood around me, Abigail was holding her hand. All went black.

And then I woke up.

I was in my bedroom. The Wesley's bedroom that is. It was pitch black outside and I was covered in sweat. It was my second night here and the bed felt hard and lumpy this night, rather than the last which had felt so warm and comfortable. I could not stop thinking about him, though it pained me to admit it. And even in my dreams I could not escape the guilt of what Anthony said my father had done.

He could be lying. I tried to tell myself this, but what would the purpose be? For him to lie about his father's and brother's death. Besides, the pain and tears in his eyes were not lies, and if somehow he was acting than he deserves an award.

I got out of bed, feeling unable to sleep. I knew I couldn't rest until I made up for what my father did. Execution Corporation? Did that exist? Did my father have a group specifically for killing his people? After seeing how the Imposter was dealt with I wouldn't doubt it.

I began pacing up and down my room. How could I make up for his father's and brother's death? There was no way. Besides, I didn't personally do anything, why did I feel guilty? He should be guilty for yelling at me in such a rude and uncommon manner! I tried to think this right, but I knew it wasn't. I was no better than anyone else, no matter how much my parents tried to convince me I was.

My feet led me to the door, though I had no clue why. What could I do? Perhaps I should ask him. My hand reached towards the door but I did not tell it to. He's asleep, wait until morning. No, I couldn't. The guilt was tearing me apart. I opened the door.

The hall was empty, as expected. I knew which door was Anthony's, but my feet felt glued to the spot like in my dream. Would he be mad at me for waking him up at such an hour? Would he not accept my determination to make it up to him? I began moving to the door. Should I knock? Would it be too loud and wake up Abigail, who's room was two doors down? Would she come out and ask me what I was doing going into her cousin's room? My hand rested on his door knob. Perhaps I should wait until the morning.

I opened the door a smug and peeked my head inside. Anthony looked back with an expression of confusion and curiosity. I didn't expect him to be awake. Now I must say someone or else look foolish.

"May I come in?" I asked politely, my head the only thing in his room. Once again he looked amused and nodded.

I opened the door and walked in, leaving the door open a crack. It was not proper for two unmarried people to be in a closed room together.

"What do you want?" he asked, losing his amused expression and replacing it with his normal irritated look.

"You know, you are quite rude." I told him, though I was pretty sure he was that way on purpose.