A Blind World

Chapter 1

The young prince sat in his room, an older leather bound book sat on his lap, his heterochromatic blue-green eyes scanning the pages. He was getting tired of school work, but his teacher, and his father, were very strict. He was the heir to the throne, so he had to be perfect. But, to be honest, most days, he just wanted to be a normal teenager.

He wanted to hang out with friends, play games, roam the city, stay out late and see the stars from the valleys. He wanted to be free to relax all day if he would choose to. But, his father was very strict, which meant he wasn't allowed in the city without a guard. He wasn't allowed up past ten o'clock. He wasn't allowed to spend time just relaxing, he always had to be productive.

"Uh... sire?" Came a Dutch voice.

"Yes?"

"Your father has requested to see you."

"Thank you Arkas, I shall go now." The prince replied, setting his book on a table and standing up with a stretch.

Arkas curtsied and headed out of the room. The prince headed out of his room and down a couple flights of stairs. He ended up in the throne room, which had always amazed him, with its high arched ceilings and amazing detailed architecture. He always wondered how they had made it look so intricate and detailed.

He curtsied slightly, before addressing his father. "You summoned me, father?"

"Ah yes. Baj has had to cancel your training today, so you'll be free to do what you please."

"Can I go into town today?"

"If a guard accompanies you."

The prince frowned. "Father, I'm 17 now, why can't I go by myself?"

"Zisteau. You may be older, but your mother and I worry about you being alone in the city."

Zisteau sighs, wanting so much to storm from the room, but he knew better. "Please father?"

"Z..." His father began, but was cut off by his mother whispering in his ear. "Fine, Zisteau, you can go into town today, but you must be home by five."

"Thank you Father, Mother." Zisteau says with a curtsy.

Zisteau heads back to his room, finding a suitable outfit. One that didn't look too fancy. He settled on a short sleeved grey tunic and black pants. He slipped a watch on and made his way to the front gates.

"Prince Zisteau, where are you going?" Came a voice as he made his way through the gate.

"Into town." Zisteau answered.

"Isn't someone supposed to accompany you?"

"Father has given me permission to go on my own, Beef."

"King Guude gave you permission?" The guard, Beef, asks.

"Yes. Now, if you don't mind, I'm heading into town."

Beef gave the young prince a look, but let him go anyway. Zisteau headed down the path that lead into the beautiful town that his father lead. He took a deep breath as he entered the town square, smelling fresh baked pastries, flowers, and rain, which had yet to fall. But, it was a beautiful day, the sun shined and there were barely any clouds in the sky, apart from the grey clouds that littered the horizon, a storm that wouldn't actually hit for hours.

Zisteau wandered into a small bakery, which smelled amazing. He walked up to the counter, smiling kindly at the man who ran it.

"Prince Zisteau! How may I help you?" The man says kindly.

"Can I have a couple of your best pastries please?"

"Of course!" The man says, disappearing through a door briefly.