MYTHALIA

♧CHAP XII

So I'm procasinating my school work to write this chap :))))

Ps, I have a lot of ideas for this story but life's been hard nowadays :(((( so bear it w me ;)

Here we go!

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_____________♧ACE POV♧____________

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Ace was currently walking back home, he had a fun day, he ain't going to lie but he felt a little apprehensive going back to his house. Since last week, the palace was boring and silent. Everyone was simply preparing for his sister's wedding night or they were just silently mourning the loss of the silver princess- that's what they called her. Everyone love her, as she was the first royal princess of the throne so she had a special place in everyone's heart. It also helped how she is so kind to everyone. Ace felt sentimental remembering his fond memories of his sister as she was basically a second mom to him. Smiling to himself, Ace failed to notice a stone in his way so he trippled over it. Ace whined in agony at the pain and at his stupid self.

Brushing over his dirtied clothes, Ace sighed removing the long strands of his hair from his face. He needed a haircut.

Just as he noticed the palace, he heard a scream pierce through the air. It sounded painful as if someone was being tortured alive. Ace felt guarded and ran off to the the source of the noise.

He was surprised to see it was coming from the palace. Ace ran over to his home and finally saw what was going on.

"Get down" a guard called in a harsh tone to someone that was being held tightly.

"Noo!!!" A voice shouted back.

Ace noticed the tone of that voice which concluded itself as being a Male and a younger one on that. Maybe same age or less. Ace felt guilty and tried to intervene.

"What's going on?" He asked reluctantly to the guards. He tried to sound normal but failed miserably when he saw the deadly glare one of the guards shot him. It made his spine crawl in fear.

"Your majesty, we caught an intruder climbing to the palace" One of them said, which he assumed was the head guard While still holding the poor boy's body underneath him as if he was a sack of rice.

Ace tried to think rationally. He wasn't the crown prince and he never took any political lessons but he needed to act like a prince. So he turned to look at the boy. "Why did you do it?"

The boy noticed his voice and widened his eyes at the questions. He looked young, maybe 15 or 16 winters. Ace also noticed some dried tears at his cheeks. He looked innocent to be held hostage. The boy continued staring jarringly at Ace which caused the guards to jolt him forward.
"Answer your prince" they said.

The boy sniffled loudly and opened his mouth to speak but all was heard were pitiful stutters and painful whimpers.
"I-I'm I-I'm sosorry" the boy started quivering from the frosty breeze.

Ace felt a tinge of guilt travel through him. He knew he was the most lenient of his siblings and that was maybe why his father never considered him as a king one day but this sight of this trashed-looking boy was impossible to ignore. "Release him"

The guards widened their eyes in shock "S-Sir....he trespassed this territory"

"I said release him" he didn't even know from where this surge of confidence came from.

"But-t"

Ace sighed and moved his hair out for his eyes to appear more demanding. "I am a royal aren't I? And I said to release him and you aren't obeying my orders. What should my father say about you....Head Captain?" He knew he was playing with fire but he didn't want to stop. It was exciting in a way to be the one giving orders.