The Sun, the Moon, and a Prophecy

Chapter 8

The world went white as we transported. We landed in the palace lobby. The room was all made of stone, and diamonds. Everything sparked, and the room was magnificent. However, all I could see is my worst nightmare standing in front of me. King Vance. He is the one who killed my father, the one who ruined my life; he is the devil in disguise.

"Sylvia it is nice to finally meet you. I have known about you since you were born, but I have never gotten to see you. You are beautiful. A queen in the making is what you are," He looked at Tommy, and sneered, "This must be Tommy. I hope you enjoyed your little adventure because you will never see Sylvia or any form of life ever again. You are sentenced to the dungeon for eternity." Two guards came up then, and grabbed Tommy. Then, they dragged a squirming Tommy out of the room. I screamed, but shut up when the guards tightened their grip on my arms.

"Come my dear there is much to do. First, you must meet my son, and then we will plan the wedding." The king started to walk towards these massive double doors.

I screamed, "I will never marry your bastard son." The guards gripped me even harder. I could feel their nails digging into my skin.

The king spoke without turning around, "I would advise that you not speak so poorly of your fiancé. You two will have to get along for many years to come." The king opened the doors, and a ballroom sprung into view. The room was a sparkly granite room. The walls are tan granite, and the floors are white. The room was beautiful, but the one thing that caught my attention the most is the man that is standing at the window. When he turned I stopped in my tracks. He has short blonde hair, and clear green eyes. He is so breath-taking.

He walked over to us, and bowed to us saying, "Good Afternoon Father. Who is this?" His voice was deep, and as smooth as melted chocolate.

"This is Sylvia Ryan. She is your new fiancé my son." If I didn't know any better I would say there was a hint of demand in his voice.

"What?" Confusion came over his face.

"She is the one that I told you was coming to marry you." The king's face clouded over, and his expression turned to stone.

"Oh well then why is she being held by guards?" the prince said in an accusing voice.

"She is being a little difficult. Why don't you two go to the gardens, and get better acquainted?" The king's face softened.

"Ok. Shall we Miss Ryan?" The prince extended his hand.

I almost told him to go away, but then I saw the sweetness of his eyes, and I finally remembered where I have seen him before, "Thank you your Highness." I took his hand.

"Please it's Jasper." He smiled.

That is when my mind clicked into place. Now I know why I recognized him so well. I have met him before. He is the man that I always dream about. The man I love. Crap.

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Prince Jasper led through a pair of huge French doors. Through those doors there I saw the most beautiful garden I have ever seen. There were billions of plants, and each plant was a different species. There were no same two plants. There were so many beautiful colors, and for a second I forgot where I was. Then, I felt the price push me forward a little towards a little gazebo. I stiffened, and walked towards it.

When we got halfway there the guards stopped, and took position on either side of the path. No doubt they were there in case I caused trouble. The prince pulled out a chair for me, and I sat down. I was on the edge of my chair encase I needed to bolt. As the prince sat down I was plotting my exit route. I wonder how fast those guards are.