No Perfect Royalty (Editing)

Chapter Nine

Gavin had ended up leaving the palace the next day. Headed to search for Alkierys' beloved Princess. Searching the darkened alleyways, calling out her name. He wanted to find her, not just for the kingdom. For himself.

He had made his way to Collins house. Knocking on the door like he had most other doors.

This solid knock had awoken Luna and Collin. They sat up in shock. Luna still locked in his arms. Fear engulfing her yet

Collin told her he'd get it, letting her go as he walked to the door. Knowing the fear she must felt. For he had his own fear buried deep inside him.

Once the door opened he was greeted with the sandy blonde hair. The boy from the ball. Luna's suiter, Gavin. He heaved a heavy sigh. Walking out into the mornings freshly chilled air.

He grabbed Gavin's throat, shoving him against the small hut. Hearing a slight crack of a bone. Watching him wince in pain.

Collin didn't mind. This boy could die for all he cared. He let his sudden rage flow. "Why are you here?!" He whisper, just loud enough for Gavin to hear. Enough to send fear they all felt into him again.

"She has her royal duties you know. We still need her. She needs to be a home." Gavin simply stated. Trying to catch a quick breath before his whole body begged for air.

"That's not her home. Her home is here." Collin interjected. Starting to gently ease his grip. Letting air greet the boy. Who gulped it in like water.

"Listen, I know you want her here. With you. You all do. Yet she has a life there to," He pointed at the palace. At the iron gates that shone against the light. At the tall marble walls. "She's a Princess."

Luna had heard this through the thin walls as they continued to talk about her. About how she was defenseless, and in some ways ignorant, hopeless. How she was just the Princess. She tried hard not to listen.

Everyone thought this of her. That she was just a girl. One whom needed to be pampered, and watched over by guards. One who could not think for herself.

This was all false. She was in fact, smarter, and more capable of doing things then any of those who chose to speak poorly of her. She could take out Royal Guard. She could use a killers, a healers, and an inventors magic. She could do the work of a man. And that was what they feared of her. A girl, a Princess, taking a mans job. So they spoke poorly of her. She was just a Princess.

A while later, as the both still talked about her, she broke. Storming outside and standing next them. Two daggers out, one to each of their throats.

"Am I your Princess now Gavin?" She asked. Eyes as harsh as lightning. Cutting deep into the souls of others.

"Yes." He replied quickly, grabbing his beloved sword. Trying to get the metal off of him. It did not work. All Luna did was kick him like she had the man a night ago. He dropped the sword and she pushed it away with her foot. Giving herself an advantage.

"Now am I?" She was nearly screaming. Wanting to prove them wrong.

"No your highness. You are not. You are a fighter." He said. Gulping his own fear. Letting it tear at him.

"The night I ran was for a reason I'll have you understand. This place here, is home. That place is my jail cell! I do not wish to be royalty. I am a royal rebel." Her words coursed through her with ease. Little hesitation.

"I'm sorry." Was all he could say. She dropped her dagger and fell to her knees. With a scream of agony. Letting her brown hair conceal her face. Letting her tear-ducts empty yet again. Letting her stomach heave and hurt from healing stitches. Letting herself break just this once. Break fully, to put herself back together later.

No one understood her. She didn't even understand herself. Even if they said they understood, they did not. All she did was go from royalty to a once dead rebel, to the broken girl on Hecliks run down street. She went from the top, straight to the bottom in a single night.