forbidden | h2ovanoss [discontinued]

6

Evan didn't sleep well that night. He had to leave Jonathan earlier than normal due to the problem that Harold had caused. And, to be perfectly honest, Evan was pissed. Not only did his father send out a spy to watch Evan's every move, but he hadn't noticed! He felt so stupid. He felt like it was his fault that Harold had been following him and that he should have been more careful.

After many other thoughts, similar to the first, ran through Evan's mind, he began to feel drowsy and slowly closed his eyes.

Bang. Bang.

Evan's door was being pounded on, and he remembered the sound from the time that his father would hit him. He realized that was his father, the king, angrily waiting for Evan to open his bedroom door.

He reluctantly opened the door. In the hallway, he found his father, as expected, holding Harold by the shirt, the said man quivering in fear. "Evan! Where were you last night?"

"Father, I was here, in my room, sleeping." Evan responded casually. This happened many times before. He was actually expecting it to happen today due to last night's events.

"Liar! You are no noble son of mine, no prince of my kingdom. You have been sneaking out! You have been lying to our people!"

"Father, I don't know even what you're talking about. I have never lied to you. To the people, sometimes, but not to you." Evan sounded confused, which convinced his father that he really didn't know what he was talking about.

The king sighed and apologized for blaming Evan for something he didn't do. Afterward, he slowly closed the door, muttering to himself about Harold being a liar.
Evan sighed in relief when the door closed. However, he did expect something fishy as his father usually took more convincing than today.

"Something's going to happen today. Something bad is going to happen." Evan whispered, talking as if his father was still in the room. He went back under the sheets and decided to catch up on some sleep since that conversation, although short, took nearly an hour.

As Evan began to fall asleep, Jonathan began to wake up.

Rising from his bed and stretching, Jonathan yawned. "What daaay is it?" Jonathan asked himself before remembering what happened the night before.

"Oh, right," Jonathan said, standing up and cracking his back.

Knock. Knock.

"Coming!" Jonathan walked towards the door.

Before he opened it, he heard quiet voices on the other side of his bedroom door. "So we grab him and lock him up, right?"

"Yeah, King's orders."

"Wait, so why are we doing this?"

"Apparently he was on the surface when he wasn't supposed to be."

Jonathan backed away from the door after silently locking it. He didn't know where to go, so he grabbed a small bag and packed as many clothes and such as he could. When he finished packing, he had to think of a plan to get onto the surface. He was interrupted from his thoughts, though, as the two guards outside began to suspect something.

"Prince Jon! Open up!"

Jon's breath quickened, and he put on his bag and quickly opened the door. After the guards fell on the cold floor, he darted for the stairs leading to the surface. But, of course, it wouldn't be that easy- it never was. When he got to the stairway's door, more guards began to show, and Jon had to turn into his full form to gain enough speed to go through the presumably locked door. So, he dashed through the old door and speedily went out into the light.