The Choices We Make (Snow White With Red Hair Fanfiction)

Chapter 17

The foods that sat in front of me were stunning. There were cakes, tarts, pies, and many baked goods I didn't even know. All of which had details which wouldn't seem possible with foor. I was examining what I could only assume to be a cake, but appeared just to be a mass of flowers. I got as close as I could, without risking getting my hair caught on fire. "Where did you get these?" I asked in astonishment.

"From girls trying to win my favor," he said nonchalantly.

I clicked my tongue and leaned back, away from all the sweets. "How's that with the girls going ?" I questioned, "I heard about it from my sister."

"Your sister?" he questioned, "You've spoken about her before."

I let out a little laugh, "So your little brother will tell you where I'm hiding, but not that Shirayuki is my younger sister?" I couldn't help but tease of I could. "But we're talking about you and your girl problems."

He let out a couple consecutive groans. "It started when you ran away from me," he scoffed. "Dosent help that you're a peasant...."

That took me out of the moment. The moment where I remembered we erent of the same class. He was from the scheming, selfish class of no els and royalty. While I was just a common person, disposable and easy to trick. While I could forget it for a moment, that is the sickening reality. Even if he's a singularity, like his brother, he's still surrounded with the common novels, out for their own interests. I couldn't stand even a moment next to him.

"What is going on inside your head," Izans questioned with a flick to my forehead.

I just stood up, knowing even trying would be pointless. One day I'd would get hurt, and have my freedom taken away. Neither I could live with. "I can't do this, it's idiotic," I grumbled. I so badly wanted to leave, but I couldn't bring myself to do so. I've always been one for hopeless hope.

"Rozu, have I ever hurt you?" he questioned.

I turned around to face him, a fire suddenly lit in me. "Only Shirayuki can call me Rozu. For you, your highness, it's Akarozu," I started with the simplest part. "But for your question, yes you have. You had taken away my freedom to help you with your agenda. At the time I didn't care, but had I not had the same goal as you, I would have raised hell. You saw me as nothing be tool to use as means to reach the end. Just like ever other novel would. I'm nothing but a tool to use and discard as they please. Expendable, but a least bit usable. "

I was huffing and pacing all around the clearing. I hated this all, and I needed to get it out." Yet if one of this little dolls of theirs were to step out of line, they will pull and cut any string or rope they'd need to, just to put it back in place. So they give them igfts to show their place, and bribe them to stay there." There at my feet layed the bag of gifts this prince left at more door for a week. Out of anger I kicked it. Into the brush it jangle, silencing far into the darkness of night. "Never thinking they'd get away, and oh so angry when they do. Just cause they have the power, doesn't mean they have the right. I'm a person! I have a right to my life! To my freedom! To not listen to them!"

"Of course," Izana said camly, "These nobles have let their power go to their head. It our duty to protect and surve the people, but it seems that's long been forgotten."

"So the prince speaks hypocrisy," I grumbled, "What part do I have in your plan. Throw everyone off their guard by marrying the most bare able commoner you can find."

"Akarozu," the prince huffed, forcing me around to face. "The part of the plan you are, is to help me make it." My mouth fell open and I practically glared at him. "I want you to be my partner in this all, to help me return the power to the people. A pretty face can't help me with that. But a cleaver mind and a rebelous spirit. One I'd never thought I would find."

I rolled my eyes, "Sweet words come from a pousionous mouth," I scoffed. "You've shown nothing but that you are just like the rest."

He sat a hand on my shoulder, and gave me a pleading look. "That was how I was raised, but I realize all that is wrong, and I long to change. Akarozu, can you help me change?"

I didn't have a response, but could only stare at him. "And those gifts weren't what I truly wanted to send you, but my aids took over," he explained, pulling something from his coat. "Every Warrior should have a weapon." There in his plam was a shit he'd dagger, of glittering steal and fresh paint. Even the Clarines crest was cleanly viable.

He forced it in my hand. "I'm giving you a choice," he said sturnely, "You can leave now, and live wherever you please, and I will never bother you again. Or you can sit down and eat some cakes, and we'll fight together, but if you leave, I'll chase after." I just stared down at the dagger in my open plam. His hand came and forced mine around the cool metal. "Either way, this is yours to keep."

I don't know how long I stood there thinking, long enough for the sun to start rising. It was either sweets, or forest. I've always had more of a sweet tooth. "Took you long enough," Izana sighed as I sat down next to him. "You like strawberries, right?" He held up a small torte of layered, sponge, creamy frosting, and fest strawberries. I'm sure if I just ha a little, everything would be fine.

I quickly took a big bite, practically losing the fork in the cake. Izana laughed at me," Slow down, this isn't the last thing you'll ever eat."

I just mumbled through the cake in my mouth. I ate a good portion as I watch Izana pickily chose what to eat. Suddenly I felt a familiar sensation. I quickly back aey, at my head got lighter, and my stomach got tight. I needed to get it out. I reached far back. It was wet and slimy. I lerched forward, forcing out the contents of my stomach. The poison I had consumed. It didn't help, my breathing got rough, and my arms went weak. He made a promise, how could he?