Princess Carlile (Austlan Cashby)

Chpt 3: Poking My Finger

Austin’s P.O.V.

“Ow!” I shook my finger quickly, thinking the pain of the needle would go away. However, it didn’t. I held my finger with my other hand close to my chest. I hated sowing. I’m bound to prick at my finger at least a dozen times when I’m making new clothing. My mother had brought me new material to make whatever I wanted when I had finished the letter to Allan.

Ah Allan. He’s been in my mind all day and night. He hasn’t really done anything for me to say that I love him but damn did I have a crush. It’s as bad as the kingdoms musician, Taylor Swift, songs. All he’s done is say that he wants to get to know me and here I am acting like a pity school girl who only thinks about the guy she’s crushing hard for. I don’t even know how he looks like but he for some crazy reason wants me.

I went back to sowing some pants for myself because my dress had caused a rash on my thighs from my skin rubbing against each other. But that’s not the only reason. I was trying to waste time waiting for my prince to write me back which was stupid. He may not have gotten it yet or lives to far away to have it get here by today. And on top of that it’s only the morning, unlike yesterday. And so I continue poking myself for a good hour until I hear a chirping that resembled Pascal’s.  My eyes went to the little hole he comes through every time to see his head poking out. I waited in anticipation for his whole body to fit through the hole to see if the letter was attached to his leg and when his body did come through, a huge smile was plastered onto my face. But of course, Pastel just had to play with me and land on the piece of wood he was on yesterday making it hard for me to reach the letter.

“Dang nabbit Pascal! I want to know what Allan said.” I got up from my wooden stool to look up at Pascal. He looked back at me twitching his head side to side. “Pascal, please don’t toy with me. I’ve been waiting all day for this. Do you want to make me wait in dread? My life has finally gotten meaning and I want to know what Prince Ashby said.” I looked up at Pascal with my hands on my hips then putting a hand on my chin. “But then it was just one letter or it could be my cousins playing me and then I would go back to being a no one and having no life. Well till I’m 18 but who knows what’s going to happen then.”

By now I had managed to bring myself to my depressed state of mind. My smile turned into a frown as my posture turned into a gay stand. (Cause when you slouch people tell you to sit up straight so you’re sitting gay haha no? ok) Dragging my feet toward my bed, I fell face down letting my legs hang off. “You know it’s totally plausible. “ I began to feel the tears fall down. “They always bullied me for the way I acted. Said I was to girly and that’s when my father started hating me. Then soon after that I was thrown into here locked up from the world to spend each and every day wondering why this happened to me. What did I do to deserve this?”

Tears were falling down my face and I turned over onto my back. My vision was blurry with the taste of salt in my mouth. “Since I’ve been in here I’m as skinny as a stick, I talk to inanimate objects  and fucks I’m talking to a bird expecting something to come out of it. It’s all just rubbish.”

It was then when I felt little claws on my chest. Pascal was there with the letter in its beak. He lowered his head placing it on me then digging its beak to my chest pushing the letter toward me. He then looked up at me and tweeted then going back to the piece of wood. I pondered at his cute actions and thought, was he actually listening to me? Did he fly down here to make me read the note?

I quickly wiped my tears grabbing the letter. I was shaky at first but I wanted to read what he had to say. Maybe it wasn’t my cousins but an actual person who won’t think of me different and one who will actually care about me.  Besides, it’s too soon to tell.

Then I read it.

Dear Prince Carlile,

I’ve heard the stories about you and want you to understand that if you want to give me a chance I’ll make sure that you will be free. I want this for you and for us to meet one day. If you think I care about the imperfections you told me about, I don’t. Beauty isn’t what is on the outside but the person with in. The stories I’ve heard about you before you were casted away showed a caring, down to earth, amazing person. I don’t care that you are under weight. Yes it is unhealthy but it’s because of your parents feeding you once a day. The dress? It’s who you are and personally I think that’s cute. A man wearing a dress, easier access if you know what I mean. I want to get to know you and everything about you Austin. You’re my adventure and by golly please feel the same for me one day.

You may not have much knowledge about my Kingdom and that’s because our people are a little different. When we have people get married, it isn’t like the regular marriage with a woman and man but marriages of the same sex. You understand that we aren’t seen as humans so kingdoms don’t like to tell their children of us. But! I hope to hear of you soon Austin.

            -Prince Alan Ashby

….This caught me off guard. ‘There’s a kingdom full of people like me? But how?’ I wanted to know more. ‘Maybe this place will accept me for me and finally make me feel at home.’ I thought. I wanted to escape to there.

 And then there was that thing Alan said. He said a dress was easier access which implies that he wants do sexual activities. You have no idea how much this turned me on. But I’ll make this as clean as possible. Let’s just say that I’ve wanted things like that for a while.

He also doesn’t care about my flaws which is all I’ve ever asked for. He wants me with them all. This is all too good to be true…has God finally found that it was a mistake to put me in here and has sent me my savior? But then I’ve always been imperfect to God. I’m Gay for all that matters. I’m nothing to God.   But I matter to Alan and that’s all that matters.

With all these emotions and thoughts in my head I began to write back to Alan.

Dear Prince Ashby,

Although it’s only my second letter being written to you, I’m ready for this adventure and journey with you and whatever you do, I’ll do it too.  Show me everything and tell me how it all means something and yet nothing to me. I can see there's so much to learn and It's all so close and yet so far. I see myself as people see me. Oh, I just know there's something bigger out there. I wanna know, can you show me. I wanna know about these strangers like me tell me more, please show me. Something’s familiar about these strangers like me Oh, these emotions I never knew of some other world far beyond this place beyond the trees, above the clouds. Oh, I see before me a new horizon I’ll come with you now to see your world. Where there's beauty beyond my dreams. Can you feel the things I feel right now, with you. I’ll Take your hand. There's a world I need to know. I want to escape from these walls that have kept me in. Please come for me.

            -Prince Austin Carlile

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3rd Person P.O.V.

Weeks pass by of constant love letters flying back and forth and as that happened, Austin Father kept making appearances. He would come to his son’s room to only bang on his door in the morning, call him a son of the devil, then leave. This became routine as time went on. There was only few 3 months left until Prince Austin would be turning 18. This thought frightened him but it also filled him with joy.

Alan had said he would rescue him on his 18th birthday and that gave Austin a tornado of butterflies in his tummy. But then there’s the dark side to him turning into a man. It was what his father had told him four and a half years ago. Austin can remember that every episode of his life better than the names of the villagers. The day he was thrown into the tower. 

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Hey readers. Sorry i haven't been wrting. It's been really hard for me to write. I don't have witers block but i have like no motivation with all the stuff going on in my life but i hope to update soon for all you guys.

And just an FYI, all the parts are not mine. I took some parts of diffrent movies from Disney and thought it would be cute if i added that into the story. The plot line is mine but like most of Austins letter in this chapter was fom Tarzan. so that is what I mean when it isn't mine. :) 

Se ya soon! -Katrina Quinn