Lams An Average Fairy Tale

The Brief Conversation

The maid lead John through the halls to the throne room. When they entered the throne room John took a minute to looked around.

There was gold everywhere. The frames of paintings were gold, the walls were covered in designs made of gold, and the tiles were gold. Pretty much everything was made of gold.

There was silky banners that had the symbol of their kingdom sewn on them. The symbol itself was beautiful. It was a grey stallion with thorns as its reins.

John approached his father. The king sat in a golden throne that was elevated off the ground so he could look down on his subjects. His father liked being and feeling superior.

John on the other hand disliked being treated like royalty. He didn't like his life being more important than a servant’s. He believed that everyone should be treated with about the same amount of respect.

On top of that he could barely leave the palaces walls unless he was taken by a ‘villain’. John would be blindfolded or knocked out so he never really saw the outside world. He had often dreamed of sneaking out and going into town or the woods.

Sadly John knew that was never going to happen. As long as his father was alive he would be cooped up in the castle like a bird trapped in a cage.

That didn't stop him from dreaming.

“Jack,” the kings voice boomed.

You could tell he was a man of power just from hearing his voice. John flinched but stood his ground. His posture was straight and he looked directly in his father's eyes. He had to tilt his head up because his father was sitting on the throne which was like a high chair.

“Yes, Father?” John made sure his voice wouldn't waver. He didn't want to seem weak in front of his father.

“Did you tell a servant to defy me?” The king glared at his son making sure to keep eye contact. It was like the king knew something nobody else did.

“If defying you is leaving me alone in my bedroom then yes I did. Is it stupid for me to want to be alone for a while?” John tried not to sound rude. He knew his father just wanted to punish the servant which wasn't sitting well with him.

Some of the servants gasped and stopped what they were doing to watch.

The king's face grew red in anger. He clenched his fist as he stared at his son. If looks could kill John would be dead.

John didn't move a muscle. He wore a blank expression. This made the king even more pissed.

“Go to your room.”

John stood there for a few more seconds before turning around and walking to his room.

The king glared at the servants and they immediately started to work again like nothing happened. Some now wore a small smile at the prince's actions. It wasn't that big of an action but he stood up for a servant and that was different.

John made his way through the halls. Once he made it to his room he opened the door and slammed it behind him.

John's conversations with his father almost never happened since John is usually away but when they do talk their conversations are always short. That's because if they were any longer one of them would wind up dead.

John growled and flopped down on his bed. He pulled a pillow close to his chest and hugged it. John felt like crying but didn't. He hadn't cried since his mother's supposed death.

John closed his eyes and forced sleep upon himself.

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