A Thousand Words

Choice

So, I just dedicated this right now, just after writing the next chapter , since it was in Historical faction as well and we read it. It was awesome! Amanda is so talented her book By Order Of The King is awesome!

I stared for a little longer... Jameelah seemed to be digesting the news with courage. I stepped forward; ready to slice the prince’s head open but Jameelah caught my eye. A warning sign showing clearly on her face, I stopped, she and I both knew I wouldn’t be able to make it past the first 4 guards; the prince glanced at my direction, wanting to know why I had stepped forward. He turned his attention back to the rest of the girls and women.

“Now let’s start moving- and don’t try to lie” He ordered his voice soft but somehow managing to carry itself around the village centre. A very slight wind moved his Bisht.  I gulped, unsure of what to do, for a few seconds I wavered around not really knowing where to go. Some women were walking towards husbands and other families. At the end there was only a bunch of girls left, I glanced to my right and swiftly started moving away- I did not want to go to that pig’s palace.

However, it seemed as if the Prince had his eyes on me, ever since I had stepped forward that is. From the corner of my eyes I spied him muttering something to one of the guards gesturing towards me. The guard strode forward and grabbed me by my arm. With a look of annoyance I glanced at him. But inside, my heart wouldn’t stop pounding harder than ever on my ribcage.

“Oy lady, where do you think you’re going?” I glanced at my hands wondering if I could quickly punch him in the guts and get away, but then there was the other bunch of guards, all with smirks plastered on their faces. Even though only my eyes were visible at the moment I felt extremely uncomfortable. For a second it seemed as if there was no choice but to try and get as far away as possible by killing them all. I looked around to see a worried looking old man trying to struggle past the guards; he was strong for his age, taller than many of the people around him- but the men holding him back were well trained as well. Uncle.

I shot him a desperate look. My mouth had gone completely dry and the hotness of the day had only grown, my breath was already blocked by the scarf which I held around my lower face and it didn’t help.

“Well.. . I” My voice was hear able, the soldier leaned forward as to try and hear make but I subconsciously pushed him back as hard as I could. Thankfully, the man was not as strong as he seemed to act. He stumbled forward. With a look of anger crossing his face, his features twisting into a snarl- or maybe it was a smirk, it wouldn’t have looked much different either way.

“Oh I’m so sorry sire...” Another hand was placed on my shoulder. I stiffened up, a familiar smell settled around me. Too much perfume. “She’s my fiancé” A smirk crossed his face, he glanced at my direction tightening his grim. The guard grunted as a reply. I shot another glance at Uncle but he was nowhere to be seen. Khalid- I think that was his name anyway, pushed me towards the streets.

So that was it. I was going to get married to this creep? I saw the way he was looking at me, as if I was a delicacy set in front of him. What really woke me up when he actually licked his lips. I glanced around at the empty streets, absolutely abandoned; I wrenched myself away from the man and shot him a glare.

“Don’t touch me” I hissed, clenching my teeth, and stepping away. He had taken advantage of this ridiculous new rule and was using it to... I didn’t even want to think about it.

“Oh really Ayzel dear, or should I call you Mrs-” Before he could finish his sentence I kicked in the place where you have to kick people like him- and started trying to run. My brain really doesn’t work at times like this.

I’m not trying to show off but I am a good runner, from a small age I’ve always been running away from people...so I’m used to it. I didn’t even want to stop to see the look of pain on his face, something I would have deeply enjoyed to watch, but before I could move more than a few steps I felt a hand grasp my ankle.