On stormy seas

Prologue

"NO"

I shout at him, the rage burning beneath my skin. "I will not marry a complete stranger, I refuse!" My adoptive father, King Henry, turns towards me. His gaze hard. His hands clutched into fists. 

"Victoria, he is not a stranger, he is a prince," He said with a stern voice "And his family is a friend of our family" 

"Your Family" I correct him, crossing my arms over my chest "I don't know any of them, I don't even know the prince last name!"

"It's-"

"I don't care what it is! I still won't marry him. I'm way too young, and-" Before I even got to finish my sentence, he barged in. Interrupting me. 

"That's enough, Victoria!" He yelled. Causing me to flinch, taking a defensive step back. " I won't listen to this nonsense. You will marry Prince Charles, whether you want to or not! I know what's best for our kingdom. And as a princess you should know it too!" I opened my mouth to speak, but he interrupted me "Don't say another word, or I'll punish you. Now go to your room!" 

I growled and clutched my fists "I hate you" I said before turning around, running out of the room. He shouted at me to come back, but I didn't listen. I just kept running. 

I shut the door to my room and then quickly locked it. I threw myself on my bed and laid there for what seemed for hours. I then sat up when I heard someone pound on the door.

"Princess?" 

Shit. I thought and stood up. Not him, not him, not him. 

"I'm taking a bath!" I shouted at him, hoping he would go away. But he didn't. 

"Oh, can I join-" 

"EW! No you moron. Just leave me alone, I'll be out in a few minutes" My lines clearly caught him off guard because he took a few seconds to respond, which wasn't like him at all. 

"Okay, princess. I'll eagerly wait for you darling"

I roll my eyes, fighting against the urge to yell at him for calling me that. 

I pull out a bag from under my king-sized bed. I walk over to my dressing room and begin to pack clothes, comfortable clothes. Like boots, and shirts, and pants. Not dresses and gowns. I wasn't allowed to wear these kinds of clothes, but my friend had helped me sneak some into my dressingroom. My stepdad hadn't even noticed. 

I had decided, I was not going to stay here. I was not going to live in yet another living hell. I refused. I packed what was necessary, some gold and silver-coins. Some extra clothes. My gun and my dagger. And some food, it wasn't much but It was just enough for me to survive on as I walked to the nearest port. There I could buy some new food. But before I threw the bag over my shoulder, I saw my mothers necklace hang from my drawer. I slowly approached it, like a predator approached its pray. I took it in my hand, it was surprisingly warm. I put it around my neck, suddenly feeling more confident and calm about everything. 

I fled trough my window. It was hard, since it was really high up. But I managed to get down safely onto the ground.I looked up at the castle for what might have been the last time. I gave it a quick glare before I began to run. And I ran as far away as I possibly could. And I was never, ever, going back there again. No matter what.

Hi. So this is another new story. I know I keep writing on new stories all the time but I just can't stop, especially when I finally get an idea. Anyways, sorry for the crappy prologue. 
~The author❤