Four Years Later (A "The False Prince" Fanfic)

Ten

Well, I did it. 

It's not the best, but here's a chapter for you all.

Thank you so much for sticking with this story, I can't even tell you how nice it is when I see your comments.

I honestly don't know what happened, it was like I lost all motivation and imagination.

Just a warning, this ends at a really awkward place because I didn't really know how to end it. Some of you might be mad about that, but I think some people just want something out of me, and I'm going to give it to them.

I want to try to get back into writing again, but I am very busy (and I haven't written in like what? months? lol) so I'll update when I can.

I love you all so much! Here's the chapter!

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We arrive at the castle around dinnertime. I ride Mystic into the stable, with Darius right behind me. Roden and Mott take their horses around us and leave them there for the stable boys to unsaddle.

I dismount and then help Fink down. The five of us walk out of the stables and to where Mother and Father, and the Farrand's are waiting. Just as we reach them, Kerwyn and Tobias come rushing out of the castle.

Kerwyn hugs me tightly, and then gasps when he sees my family behind me. "King Eckbert?" He asks incredulously.

Father laughs. "It's me Kerwyn, we're all alive." Kerwyn embraces them in a big group hug, and they're all laughing happily.

Tobias comes up to me. "You're injured." He states.

"I haven't seen a mirror in several days." I tell him. "How bad do I look?"

"You have bruises wherever skin is visible." He narrows his eyes. "And is that blood on your jacket?" He asks in concern. "What happened?"

"An arrow." I reply, wincing as he feels it through the fabric of my shirt. "We cleaned it with alcohol and stitched it, although I ripped a stitch out while helping Fink onto the saddle."

He sighs. "Do you always make your injuries worse?"

I shrug. "I'm not concerned about me, how's Imogen?"

By now my family had escaped Kerwyn's embrace, and they're all surrounding me anxiously. Darius puts a hand on my shoulder for support.

He sighs. "I don't know Jaron. I've tried everything. One day she's fine, the next day she can't get out of bed. She's been really worried about you, hopefully you being back will help her get better again."

I nod. "How is she and where is she now?" I ask.

"Today's one of her bad days, she's in your bedroom, hopefully." He says dully.

"Hopefully?" I echo.

"You know Imogen, she hates being confined to one room. She's managed to persuade the guards to let her out several times."

I facepalm, and then I turn to Kerwyn. "Kerwyn, would you do something for me?" I ask as I lead the way into the castle.

"Of course Your Majesty." He says, moving up the group to walk beside me.

I put my hand on Logan's shoulder, gesturing to him and his family. "This is Logan Ferrand and his wife Helen, and their baby. Logan's going to be a guard of my chambers. I was wondering if you could find someplace for them to call their own and tell them about life here in the castle."