Overtaking The Throne

A Prince, Rope and Monologues

Chapter Two
A Prince, Rope and Monologues

I sighed and looked as far away from him as possible. Well this totally isn't super awkward. "He-ey... Good morning... Prince Brice..."

He stayed silent, eyes set on me in a glare.

"Fancy meeting you here." I continued, mostly to get myself into even more trouble. I really wasn't smart. "It's been so long, really. We need to catch up. Are you and your family still evil?"

He opened his mouth as if to deny the claims, but I knew him all the same. It was a rouse for the guards. While he opened his mouth in an attempt to deny such claims, his hazel-brown eyes darkened. He knew full well what I was speaking of, and wasn't happy about it. I was the only person- er, sorceress- who wasn't fooled by any of his family's deceptions.

Nobody wants that link to exist- the Achilles heel of their operation. I could destroy everything for him.

He closed his lips without uttering a word, and I couldn't help the smirk showing across my face.

This was the real him.

Not the talkative, outgoing prince he appeared to be. In truth, Brice wasn't one to speak all that much. He preferred to sit in silence, pondering and weighing all his option internally. Which was exactly what he was doing now.

His stare at me was disconcerting. It reminded me of a hunter after catching his prey, deciding just how he was going to eat that poor little deer. (I just absolutely love deer, okay?)

"Everyone, leave," He snarled. His underlings obeyed without question.

"Oh, gladly," I told Prince Brice, wiggling to try and free myself.

It didn't work.

He rolled his hazel eyes. "Not you."

I was about to make a comeback when his stare began to freak me out.

It was judgment time.

My mind raced at a million thoughts in that mere second.

Would he imprison me? Was execution on the table? Could I just get community service as opposed to jail time? Is it possible that he could release me from this rope?

I was beginning to get lightheaded.

Then he did the most shocking thing of all: evil Prince Brice started laughing.

In all the years I had known him, I don't recall hearing him laugh. It didn't sound as diabolical as I had assumed it would be.

My face felt warm.

"You won't give up, will you?"

"Of course not! I can't let you inherit the throne. Just... Ugh." I gagged.

Another laugh, though there was this sadness hiding behind it.

I didn't feel the need to press.

Brice was having a mini pity-party and I wanted to leave. I nearly started monologuing before Sir Royalty threw out an idea that shut me up.

"Diana... Imagine if my father was here," he mused, somehow being sadder than before.

Oh heck no. I can't deal with more family drama than my own. Besides... The King is...

NOPE.

Abort abort abort abort abor-

Wait a minute.

I had a contingency plan on standby if anything went wrong. Why hadn't I used it yet?

It almost seemed like a reason for relationship ties (of romantic and/or family) to be established or something else ridiculous along those lines.

I just had to reach the bag on my back and I would be fine. I just had to divert the prince's attention. Shouldn't be too hard. I was sure he was as self centered as his mother.

"If your daddy was here..." I started with as much forced anger as I could. "Would it be the same as it is now? The ban and destruction of all sorcerers? Would I have to try and take the throne to get evil away from it? Would my kind all either be in hiding miles from the land they once considered their home or dead? Personally, I think it all would be exactly the same."

He glanced down in pure shame.

I suppressed a sigh. Who cares if he feels shame? It still happened. He hasn't tried to fix the error at all, nor could he.

You can't bring back the dead.

While he was distracted, I wiggled against those stupid ropes suspending me upside down. Managing to reach my bag, I grabbed a marble. Upon contact, I began emitting rays of light.

The ropes loosened to the point where I could escape- by falling straight onto my face.

I heard the plop.

Ow. The plop.

Still, I scrambled to my feet, using Brice's pure surprise (that I would have basked in during a different instance) as a main element of my disappearing act.

I needed a way out.

Looking up, I found a window. It was quite a ways up, but wouldn't be too hard to reach. Unfortunately, Prince Brice had recovered from his state of shock. He was about to act, but I beat him to it.

"Till next time, Sir Royalty." I gave him a wink, then stuck out my tongue. Such a high and mighty man wasn't used to such a reaction and stood completely still. My, wasn't I rude?

His frozen stature gave me plenty of time to leap up the rope I had been trapped by earlier and reach the windowsill. I gave him a quick salute. "Well, your royalty status won't be there for long, anyway."

I fell backwards without looking at the ground below. My focus was aimed entirely at Prince Brice and his hilarious fury.

I might have lost this time, but that image was one hundred percent worth it.