I really have absolutely no idea what I'm writing and what I will do with this story, so please comment ideas or fairy tales you want me to use ideas from because I really dont know. **I DONT OWN ANY OF THE FAIRYTALES OR CHARACTERS...all credit goes to writer** So please keep voting and commenting so i know what direction to go in for the rest of the parts.
ZAY POV
"A horse ride in the woods, just what I needed." I think to myself.
My bright yellow suit and beige epaulets contrast the green environment around me. I smile. Being so monochromatic was never a part of the plan when my widow mother married the king of . I don't remember much about my childhood when we lived in the town, and not in the castle. The only slight memory is my dad standing outside our tent begging people for money.
*Flashback* (zay was 5)
"Please!!! Please help a deadly sick old man with a young child!" My father shouted hoarsely from outside our tent.
"Mommy, I want food." I said. My stomach rumbled often back then.
"Sweetie, go back to sleep." My mother cooed. She had a sad look in her eye and a forced smile.
I closed my eyes and slowed my breathing, but couldn't fall asleep. My head shifted as my mother lightly lifted my head off her lap so she could get up. Outside of our tent, I heard muffled conversations.
"We don't have enough money for food! Zay is starving and he is so much skinnier than all the other boys he plays with."
"I'm trying, my throat kills me every time I shout. People won't give me the time of day. Zay's lucky he even has a tent. I foraged it out of the woods. For him. For us. I'm sick, honey, and we both know my time is running out. I try as hard as I can to make us money before I leave for good. I love you."
*Flashback over*
The thought of my father and mother kills me every time I think about it. Back then, I didn't even realize that my father was deathly sick and we had no money for food. I couldn't fathom that we were living in such bad conditions. I always thought that we had enough money, we always had enough food, and my family would never break apart. My childhood innocence put a wall between me and reality. It's why I took my father's death so harshly.
My horse, Jeffrey, recognizes my bad mood and gallops a little faster. Other than my mother, my horse is one of the only people I can trust. Even after 1 year, 1 month, and 14 days (I've been counting), I still don't feel as part of any royal family. I look again at my surroundings. We traveled far, about 3 miles from the middle of the kingdom and 5 from the castle. A sunflower field outlines the trees and I pet my horse so he knows to stop.
I hop off Jeffrey and tell him to stay put. I kick off my yellow shoes and put them on his saddle. I do the same with my fancy jacket. My horse nudges me, as he wants to come with me. I sign and gently pull on his rope and he trots next to me happily.
The thing I miss most about my old life is the feeling of the warm air, the grass between my toes, the sense of freedom. I run a little and start jumping. At the castle, no officials would ever let me do this. They would immediately tell me to stop doing childish things and start acting like a prince. I missed 17 years of prince training, so I don't have much free time.
Out of nowhere, I hear a sweet voice singing a beautiful song. I walk toward the sound, zigzagging through the trees and sunflowers before I see a large house.
"Come here boy!" I exclaim to my horse. He lost track of me when I disappeared into the trees.
He neighs and gallops over to me.
In front of the house, there is a girl, turned around, kneeling next to a well. She stands up and starts singing again. I smile, as her voice is so beautiful. My horse sneezes and I feed him a sunflower seed. The girl has long, brown hair, and kind eyes. She smiles as she sings, and she has dimples that are very attractive. Her apron and raggedy dress are bleak and very old- I see no yellow upon her clothes -meaning she must be a peasant. I look down at my fancy attire and think of how stupid I would look if she saw me.
"Oh Jeffery, she has a mighty wonderful voice," I feed my horse a sunflower seed. I turn around and look at the path.
When I turn to face the well again, she isn't there anymore.
"She must have gone inside" I say dejectedly.
I turn back around, with my head low. I take a few steps before I see a pair of worn down shoes on the ground. Slowly, I lift my head up and see the girl I had been watching. I was completely dumbfounded, and I open and closed my mouth, but no words came out.
"Ummm... who are you exactly?"
Cliffhanger and long-ish chapter... i feel really accomplished even though i went off topic about 936249514378 times.
Any way... comment and vote on my chapters!!! I dont know if i should make the story long or if i should get to the ball in the next few chapters...
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