A Thousand Words

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For a second I just continued on staring at him I did not want that thought to come into my head again. the awkward silence was interrupted by my cough. Maybe I'm allergic to fear.... though I wanted so desperately to run I knew that wouldn't make my situation look any better, the thought had never come to my head that I was going to be caught... if I was, this could be counted as treason against the king. Everyone knew of the King's temper, one second he could be as charming as a snake and then still a snake... before the meal. I shuddered a little, feeling a cold stare being drilled into my brain. My breath was caught in my throat, in a bad way.

He glanced at me whilst taking a bite of the meat stick; I couldn’t help but shuffle uncomfortably under his stare. 

“Look, sweetheart” The prince said coldly pressurizing the word sweetheart “I don’t like it when people-“ 

I didn’t hear when he had to say. The moment he had said sweetheart I had a horrible sinking feeling, I knew he had found out my secret. I didn’t know how he had realized but he had. Last time I checked, guys don’t call guys sweetheart.

So I ran.

I turned away and ran, faster than I had ever ran in my entire life, I could feel a shocked silence radiating out of him, I waited for him to call on some guards but that didn’t seem to be his intention. I didn’t have time to look back; I was busy holding up my ‘stomach’, I knew the streets better than anyone I had met. Maybe it’s because I’ve been living here all my life.

I ran through the crowded streets of the bazaar, cutting off into a quieter alleyway, my stomach was slipping down, that was a problem. I tried to heave it back up, stumbling a little, trying to keep positive. At least he didn’t know how I looked.

I ran through more alleyways, running aimlessly for a few minutes to make sure no one could follow me. I ran through the final alleyway, this time there was no one there. I glanced back, again, no one there, before I could utter a sigh of relief I bumped into something. At first I thought it was a something, maybe a wall, but then the ‘thing’ grabbed me stopping me from falling onto by bum.  Oh god. I tried to wrench myself out of the grip, but whoever he was, he was strong.

“In a hurry are we” the voice was quiet, but it made me freeze all the same.

Oh God.

I opened my mouth, but no voice came out, I didn’t want to look at the person. How the hell had he found me?

For some stupid reason, I started struggling even more, although I knew at the back of my head that he was stronger than me. He slammed me against the wall; I clenched my teeth refusing to look at him. I would probably wet my pants if I saw the look on his face.

“Did you really think that you could get away from me?” The prince hissed, his face quite close to mine now, though I still didn’t look at him. He was quiet for a while and I could almost feel him wondering whether he should behead me or hang me. After a few more minutes he grabbed my face and as gently as he could, ripped the cloth off from around my mouth. His grip tightened; maybe it made him angrier to actually see the face of a girl. He stared at me and I was forced to stared back at the anger in his eyes. What’s worse, I could feel my ‘stomach’ slipping off. He glanced down as the pieces of cloth fell on his feet. Again, he was quiet, his eyes travelle

d back up to my face. I couldn’t help but glare at him, how dare he stare at me? That was rude.

He narrowed his eyes as if daring me to glare any longer.

There was another silence, at long last he let go of my arms, they had started to get numb. I tried to think positive; maybe he would let me off with only a hand missing or something…however the moment he let go, he grabbed my arm and half wrenched it out of its socket as he pulled me behind him. I was half stumbling behind him; his steps were bigger than mine. He slowed down a bit, which was worse since now I felt we were too close. I don’t like being touched, especially by someone from the opposite gender.