Roman is having reoccurring nightmares. In order to stop the dreams from happening he needs to learn what they are trying to tell him. Will he figure it out before it is too late?
The story's title is still being decided. Any suggestions are appreci...
Camera's were placed everywhere in Thomas's Mind. I knew exactly what everyone was doing all at any time. Since the camera's have been set up, I have seen some things I regret looking over but it has also allowed me to again information I can use against people.
The camera's showed the prince leave his room. My eyes were glued to the screen. Where was he going? He left the visuality of camera 35 and appeared on 62 briefly. I changed monitors to see what room he entered. I snickered. Perfect, now all I have to do is catch him by surprise.
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(Example for the surveillance room. This was one of the only images that had the layout I liked.)
I locked up the surveillance room and my temporary resting place. He is exactly where I want him. Through the red and gold door was a world far different to the mindspace. The Creation Station named by Roman himself was a world of wonder. It is more comparable to a fancy world someone would dream up. Elements of the place is similar to the real world but others are so incomprehensible it would drive the sane insane.
Roman POV
I haven't been to my castle in a year. I love the place but it brings back memories of a better time. Not to say I dislike the current time but it can be rather bland. Maybe being back here will be a good thing. I was brought out of my thoughts when I caught sight of throne room. The once pristine room that contain my throne and an assortment of royal decor was trashed.
Tapestries were torn to shreds, scratched furniture and a putrid smell found its way into my nostrils. A message painted in dry blood stained the wall. Below the writing was the body of Jeffrey, one of the guards of the castle. His armor was torn of his body as it and his entrails spilling out.
I used my sash to cover my mouth and nose. The smell was too powerful to be blocked out completely. I approached the message and tried to avoid the rotting corpse. In my new position, I could read the message clearly.
I know what you did, Princey
Only one person ever called me that here.
"Hello Princey"
A/n | Short chapter I didn't feel like making this the usual 1000 words so I included an image instead.
