Light Hearts and Dark Ways

Chapter 1

I was lying there still, looking at the roof of my own room. There was already clacking sounds of the horse's hooves hitting the ground as people road past the castle that belong to the king himself- or also known as my father. The son of Henry Williams was what I was known for. I believed it fit, that was if I was some inhumane prick.

 My father loved the fact that the humans feared his own ruling. It gave him a sense of power, not that he really needed it. He has ruled the land of England for a little over one hundred and fifty years. Henry Williams is two hundred and forty-eight of age, and was born on August the twenty-third of one thousand two hundred and eighty-one. He was a ruthless and stubborn man, even to his own wife. He rules the country and even his own family. The head of the house was over used, and abusively put on the wrong way. Has he ever touched my mother inappropriate, I guess I can say I am wrong. Although how she came to be, and mentally now is what saddens me. 

I myself, in public, seem strong and fearful. To this is what pleases my father the most, becoming the man he is now. Henry never ceased to forget to inform me of how to act and be anywhere we are. I could be eating, and right before the guest come I am informed that I should not smile as it gives wrinkles. Yet the only wrinkles I believe it gives is to the blacken heart of any wicked man. There also in the ballroom, as the council meets annually, I am forced to dance with only the daughters of the council. If I was to rule, it would be traditionally like every other of my ancestors. Where are they all now? Dead of course, each of them killing or being killed. One after another it was either suicide  or townsman finding out their true identity. 

For another example... in town. In town, before leaving out of the ride and into barricaded land, he would grabbed my arm and turn me around reciting the same thing over and over again.  "Stand straight, head high, and do not become distracted. The world around you is like a mysterious, yet submissive woman waiting to be controlled."  

This was one of the things I believed was wrong. He profoundly throws words into the wind never caring who will hear. The grieving part was it was always my mother. The queen. A lady I will always have respect for. My mother, Kathrine Williams, was a maiden. Daughter of a council member  belonging to my grandfather. Truly, I am never confident that Henry even loves the woman in front of him. Mother was the next lady of of John Howell. He was one of the highest council in my grandfather's and father's group. He was my patriarch's number one man, and well respected by the king himself.  He was a nasty, ruthless, and mean man. His own beloved died by the townspeople, one caught her feeding from her husband, and there was rough steps being made. "She dies, or everything would be lost in the end,"  was the words of one peasant that was raised poor. The man was forced to work on the farm that belonged to John. He tried to make no one believe in the peasant and attempt to force him to die. They looked between the man and the baron over the land, and grabbed the man who had harden strive to kill the mistress. 

No one knew what happen after that awful scene that rose up and anything after that night, but little the next day  was a sorrowful one. The mistress, my grandmother, was sound to sleep in her room the next morning. My grandfather was off bidding business with higher troops of his land, until he heard terrifying screams and smoke going up into the wind. He jumped on a horse and road as fast as he could to what was seeking heartache into his chest. The former house he lived in, the place his wife was sleeping in, was in flames. As the fire rose, a particular scream rose into the air. His beloved. She was trapped inside the house, and even if he tried there was no way of getting in and out. He stood there tears sliding down his cheeks and his chest moving up and down heavily. The tortuous screams came to an end along with the smell of burning flesh and wood. Little by little, he became a monster. He drank till there was no light in his eyes, his skin became paler, and heart became darker. That was the end of John Howell. 

He was offered to come live in the castle of England, but he refused. He demanded that the people there feel what he felt. The labor was abhorrent. The people that lived past it was well respected, even if they were peasants, but that too was hard. Only one out of fifteen lived to see tomorrow. He worked them as lonely men worked the women of the night. The population shrunk and shriveled up, and soon he knew if he did not stop now everyone will die. Therefore he did, but as a man he never changed. This also effected my mother. Her and grandma was close, everything each did it was like they did together. Henry excused her mood for the next three days, but he said that was all he was giving her. He told her he only allowed three was to show her that the sun still rises and falls. Nothing effects the way the days goes unless you let it happen. Mother is one hundred and ninety-three, born on January the sixth. No matter what ever happens she was always understanding, but in all forms submissive to her husband. 

As for me, my name is Alexander Williams- Sir Williams if you may, like my father demands it. I am twenty-three living with the king and queen found in Noxwell, England. I was born on June the first of fifteen thirty-nine. When I am not learning from my father, I am most likely reading or watching humans. Sounds boring more that I think about it, but if I could have the freedom that the humans have around me, I do not know what I would be capable of. To love the things around you freely, or even smile freely without any excuse at all! People around me see me as fearless, but merely it is all for show. I am always questioning things around me, therefore I keep more to myself. 

The roof of my room became to look duller than it was before, so I got up and began to get dressed. As so, there was a light tap on my door. A servant of the house was probably here to inform me that breakfast was ready and my father "needed me". Moreover, it was probably to tell me what plans there was or something I've already did wrong. 

"Sir..." There was another tap on my door. 

"I already know Elizabeth, no need to do this everyday. Tell Henry I will be there as soon as I get dressed." 

There was a quiet "Yes Sir..." before there was leading off footsteps. She was a poor human that worked for the king to serve for her family. The deal for the servants and maids living here was that if they were to stay, we would house them in the solar rooms and give them money to send it to their parents. It was my mother's idea. At first, Henry was not fond of it at all, it was too kind apparently, and that was not the way he wanted to rule. The more Kathrine pleaded the more he gave into, until he pledge to do so. 

As I finished strapping the belt around my waist, I was sure to meet the world today. I kept my head high, my body straight, and no smile. I walked with furiosity banging with each step I made to my father's meeting area. To the place he sits at his throne commenly everyday. Allow the day to begin and the unforgivable memories start was the only motivation I really ever had.