The Lost Princess

Chapter 6

Done, thought Charlotte, I’m done sitting back. 

For almost a month now she has been hiding. Trying to fit in with everyone else. She just wanted a normal life, but something clicked two days ago when she and twenty other young boys were forced to leave their homes and fight for a false king.

As for now, Charlotte would remain just a girl from a farm, but once the time was right, she hoped to bring them all down. Every last one of the men who murdered her family would die. She didn’t know how or when this would happen, but if there was only one thing in this world that she could count on, it would be that.

She was separated from the boys at night and even had her own tent, but during the day she would walk along side them.

No one knew where they were going, but it obviously wasn’t back to the city. After two full days of traveling Charlotte saw almost no sign of her castle.

She hadn’t spoken to the prince since they left, which was something she was very thankful for. Charlotte didn’t like the smug look on his face when he looked at her. 

It was evening now and the guards had just escorted her to her private tent. Charlotte questioned the tent at first, but after one of the older guards had tried to grab her while he was drunk on the first night, she was just glad to be away from them.

Charlotte closed her eyes, hoping sleep would come quickly tonight. Last night she had not been able to sleep but for a few hours and she was defiantly feeling deprived right now. They never seemed to stop. When the time came for lunch, they entire pack stopped for maybe ten minutes, then kept walking until they made camp for the night.

Charlotte steadied her breathing and tried to think happy thoughts, though they were few and far between these days. 

She was think about hide - and - seek with her brother when the flap of her tent flew open. She sat up instantly, only to be greeted by a pair of dark greenish- brown eyes and an arrogant smirk. “Did I wake you,” asked the Prince. Charlotte looked at him with a scowl on her face for what seemed like ages before saying, “No”

“Good, we have things to discuss.” The prince took a seat in the chair that went with the desk and Charlotte sat up straight on the side of the bed. “Do you like your tent,” asked the Prince. Charlotte only nodded. “Well, don’t get use to it. It was the only spare we had and even though I know you think of me as some horrible monster, I would never leave a young girl out there with those… vultures,” he said. As much as she hated this man, she couldn’t help but be a little grateful for that.

“Now,” said the Prince, “You obviously can’t become one of my fathers soldiers and, to be honest, if my father ever knew that I had accepted you over a capable young man, he would be furious. The only thing I can see fit to do is give you to one of my sisters. Like a gift to welcome them.” Charlotte looked up, the confusion clear on her face. She was not a slave.

“You have no idea what I’m talking about, do you?”

Charlotte shook her head.

“Right now, we are on our way to my homeland,” he said, “We will most likely reach my kingdom by the end of tomorrow. Once we are there, I will give you as a gift to one of my sisters. You’ll do whatever they want you to. After a couple of days to rest, we will then return with my mother and sisters and you will serve whichever one I decide to give you to until you turn eighteen.” 

“Why,” Charlotte finally asked. He looked at her with a confused expression. “Your going to have to be more specific and you do know that I’m your Prince, right? I can see your hatred, but you can at least show some respect,” said the Prince.