Enchanted Tale

Ten: Covenant

{Elle's POV}

I curled trying to keep warm from the cold. There were no blankets, or even a soft surface to lay on. Just dirt and hay. An occasional rat would scurry along the floor which kept me awake and alert.

I was doing a terrible job at keeping warm. They took my cloak and locked it in a chest not far from me. It was on the other side of the bars. I longed for it terribly. It occured to me that if I could lift Peter from his bed with magic then I could lift the chest. Then I realised it was locked, and I don't know where they put the key.

I decided I'd cross that road when I got there. For now I needed to focus on how I was going to move the chest. I concentrated harder than normal. Using magic is all about the mind. I told myself. That is how I could change form. I held my hand out to the chest.

"Come here." I encouraged.

It didn't move.

"Come on!" I whispered louder. The chest shuffled a bit. A smile swept across my face.

My smile soon turned into panic when I heard keys being messed with outside. I moved back. I started panting. I had no idea who it could be and I doubted it was anyone that is coming for my rescue. I braced myself. I was probably going to be killed. Even though the king said he wasn't going to. . . yet.

It was dark out therefore I couldn't see who walked in. All I know is that he was a man. He held a torch and put it in the metal hook on the wall. A dim light filled the room, which I was thankful for. The man removed his cloak and hung it where the king had earlier. The light only showed his hair. A familiar curly mess. I squinted my eyes at the silhouette that was being presented.

"Show yourself!" I demanded, the anticipation killing me.

The man turned around making his facial features know to me. The prince. I moved back even further expecting him to be just like his father, or even worse.

"W-What do you want?" I asked.

"What is your name?" He responded walking towards the bars like his father.

"Answer me first!" I said sternly.

He laughed, looking at the floor then slowly moved his head up as he spoke. "I want to know your name."

His laugh was calming but I didn't let my guard down. If there's one thing I know about people, I know that they're unpredictable. "M-my name is. . Elle." I answered.

He stood there for a moment. Staring at me. I furrowed my eyebrows. "What is your reason for being here?" I asked more specifically.

"I don't know. But I am the prince. Can't I be where ever I want?" He asked putting his back against the wall. The side of his face was shown by the light of the fire.

"Why aren't there guards protecting your majesty?" I asked sarcastically, using majesty as a substitute for another word.

"Aren't I supposed to be the one asking all of the questions?" He chuckled.

"It seems like you only had one, and I answered it. So if you don't mind, I'm quite exhausted. I've had a long day. Being arrested can take a lot out of a person." I said laying down.

He laughed moving his head down to look at his crossing legs. "Why so hostile? After all I wasn't the one who arrested you, my attendant did."

"That midget of a man? I thought he was a fool used for your entertainment."

"He's used for that too. He just doesn't know it." His smile grew.

I couldn't help but give out a small chuckle. I sat up, knowing that he was only trying to engage in a conversation, and I figured it was better than laying here in the dark.