Royal

How The Mighty Fall

When the morning sun rises I am still laying in bed staring up at the ceiling wondering what to do next. Last night was rough, Peter found me in the hallway and brought me back in here I cried so much I couldn't even tell him what happened.

I still don't want too because I honestly have no clue how to process what Brendon did. I feel dirty like his kisses left my skin dirty and sticky. My mind is still buzzing with all the thoughts it has trapped within it.   Peter has asked for nothing but instead was the feel of comfort my island in a stormy ocean and I don't know how to ever thank him for that.

I get out of bed and walk to the wardrobe pulling on clothes that are comfy but still are acceptable for a king to wear. I glance at Peter once more wrapped up in the white sheets against his tan skin and smile before exiting into the hallway.

The air feels off in the castle and I can't quite figure out why. I continue down the hallway and notice that I have yet to pass a servant which is strange because usually there is at least one or two doing their job and running errands around the castle. I shrug it off and continue down to the kitchen but before I can make it a messenger runs up to me. I jump slightly at the abruptness of him considering a messenger has never been addressed straight to me usually a servant takes their message and delivers it later on.

He is breathing heavily but thrusts out a cream envelope toward me. I take it carefully and the boy looks at me slightly scared. I dig around in my pocket and find a coin and then give it to him. He still looks terrified but takes the money and quickly races out of the room the heavy wooden doors slamming behind him.

Which makes me worry as I look at he envelope in my hand I realize it's from the translator I messaged weeks ago. I tear it open and pull the letter from within excited to finally know what it says.

" Hello my king I would like to inform you that I have translated your letter for you but I warn you now it's contents are quite menacing. I am only sorry I have not responded sooner."

I brush the weird feeling I get from the scribes words off and continue reading the actual letter.

"This is a warning, your kingdom has been poisoned by your father and your rule has not healed the damage he has done in the least. We've spoke to the people.

Prepare for revolution."

I gulp and crumple up the letter before reading anymore. My  hands  shake as I throw the paper as far away as possible a sense of dread filling my stomach. I think about how long ago I received that letter how it has been weeks since I first opened it. How much time has passed and the absence of my staff.

I rush to the castle gates and see that no guards stand on duty and instead there are people beginning to gather outside the castle gates. Angry and yelling holding up weapons in the early morning light. For now they are weak with only a few numbers but soon there will be more.

I run quickly back into the castle my shoes squeaking loudly against the floors as I rush up to my room.

Right as I turn the corner I smack into something metal and solid and when I fall and then look up I see it is Brendon. " Brendon! Thank god you have not left us here to be killed please Brendon you must help me and Peter flee the citizens are revolting they are congregating outside of the gates! It is only a matter of time before they break it open. We must flee."

Brendon looks at me with an emotionless face his eyes sunken with dark circles underneath." I told them." He whispers and I feel my heart shatter. " I'm so sorry Patrick but I told them about you and Pete and it tipped them over the edge. I did this and I am going to try and hold them off long enough for you to get out. I'm so sorry." I watch a tear roll down his face and it is then I realize why he is in his full knight armour.

"Brendon how could you?" I ask horrified picking myself off of the floor as Brendon avoids my eye.

"I was drunk and weak, and so angry with you that it slipped out of my mouth and I guess one of the drinking companions I had wasn't drunk enough to forget what I had said. Leave Patrick before it's too late."

I bite my lip and hold in my tears as I watch my best friend brush past me and walk down the hallway pulling his helmet on and unsheathing his sword. It is only then that I feel every ounce of trust I had in him drain away with every step he takes.

I run to the bedroom and fling open the door Peter is still asleep as I jump on the bed and shake his shoulders violently. " Peter! They are coming to kill us we have to leave!" I scream and Peter wakes with a start sitting up so fast I tumble off of him he blinks rapidly and then stares at me with wide eyes.

"Say what now?" He asks a confused tired expression on his face.

" I have little time to explain get up put and put on clothes. There was a letter from someone who warned me about a revolution which had been sent weeks ago but was in a different language so I had it translated but I didn't get it back until today. Brendon also told the towns people that we have relations and it sent them over the edge and now they are trying to break into the castle and kill us. So we have to go like right now."

Peter jumps out of bed so fast he is a blur of movement he is pulling on clothes and shoving possessions into bags. He throws a bag full of clothes at me and then grabs my hand.

"How do we get out?" He asks looking into my eyes my heart beat accelerates and I gulp.

"We have to try the back gates by the stables." I say and I see Peter look at me and I have never seen him so scared.

"There is no other way? Like a secret tunnel or door?" He asks and my mind races through memories of my childhood flipping through possible ways out my father has never told me and it stops right on a memory I have of walking the hallways and seeing crates brought in through the dungeon.

"I'm not sure where exactly it is but I think there's a way out in the dungeon." Peter nods and grabs my hand as we make out way to the stairway that leads deep beneath the castle floors.

I hope that there really is a way out because if there isn't there won't be any time to get out.