Lone Prince

London

We boarded the ship. Victoria and I. She bit her lip anxiously, as I brushed off my dress. We were leaving the lonely prince dead. The other kingdom in silence and peace.

See, William, was simply a prince looking for a princess to make him king. The Nephil I stayed with were an opposing kingdom who refused to let William rise. He would be a tyranny, but so were they.

I was a peasant in the kingdom, in between wars. I wanted peace as any one would. I became a knight in their battle. I ended the war but was still, on the inside, forever at war.

So now, six years later I sit in the front room of a small little house. My sister gone shopping, left me to my thoughts. I buried the sword but yet the blood still stained my hands.

Five years later....

I'm heard a knock on the door as I set my tea down, none to gently. Brushing if my skirts I stood and walked to the door. I looked through the peep hole to see a man.

I didn't want to see him, yet I did. My heart sagged a little in my chest when I walked back to my room and pretended nobody was home. I heard him say my name then slide down against the door.

Maybe if I didn't let him in I could stay in this little bubble of peace. This dream land I built myself. Maybe, just maybe, I could go on a bit further. I hadn't had any trouble in London the past five years. Though I knew I couldn't stay at peace forever, but as long as I could, I would.