Blinded Horizons [L.S.]

Chapter Eight

It was so hot.

Louis groaned lowly, his head rolling to his left shoulder while he stared ahead of him as the crew members continued on with their daily business, no crewmember’s eyes even daring to glance at him. It was almost as if he weren’t even there.

Had he not had his screaming session earlier where he made a bigger scene that had admittedly been more harmful than beneficial to him, he probably would have thought he actually turned invisible.

No one even so much as batted an eyelash in his direction from where he stood, tied to the rigid mast.

He honestly hated every one of them.

He shifted on his feet when the ship seemingly gave a rock to one side, though it didn’t do anything to change his position.

Surprisingly enough, his chest wasn’t as constricted as he had originally figured it out to be. It was quite possible that his feeling of near-suffocation had all been in his head and the only reason he had been so short of breath was due to his yelling.

This new discovery made him brighten slightly as the thought of escape appeared more realistic, especially if he could keep wiggling until the bonds loosened and he was capable of reaching the knot that kept the ropes upright on the other side of the mast.

Cautiously, he uplifted his eyes to see if anyone were watching him and the moment he inwardly hit himself.

Clearly if no one had the time to look at him for help when he was screaming his lungs empty, he was pretty sure they wouldn’t notice him wiggling a little bit for freedom.

Trying to focus most of his muscles on his abdomen he began squirming slowly. Despite this, the rope over him remained steady and he clicked his tongue in aggravation before he tried to move his arms that were practically plastered to his sides.

Almost as though punishing him for his awkward movements, the ropes kept his arms stagnant after he felt one of them scrap against the material of the rope the wrong way.

The prince hoped he hadn’t been scratched too badly.

So maybe escape wouldn’t be met so easily…

He tried to hold in his sigh as he felt the Sun beat down on him more intensely than it had before.

God, it was so hot.

Allowing his body to relax considerably, he bowed his head in an attempt to shield himself from the rays.

He could feel himself becoming conscious of the sweat that was beginning to drip along his face.

“This is so stupid… Fucking Harry…” he found himself murmuring spitefully.

Who knew how long he’d end up stuck out here…