Richard The Servant

Where and Why?

"Please, where are we going?" Richard asked K, as he was led to the castle.
"You are my daughter's playmate," K responded, as a servant opened a door for him. As they briskly walked into a side hallway, Richard stumbled after K and saw the insides of some of the beautiful rooms. They went through another door and entered the throne room. It had a large golden throne. On the sides of the room were wooden seats, most likely for visitors to gaze upon the king as he sat in his throne, making a declaration or signing papers. But this time on the side of the room were a woman and a little girl, probably about the same age as Richard. The woman had long, golden hair and a kind smile. The little girl had short, dirty blonde hair and sparkling green eyes. Richard waddled over to her. They played with each other after the woman, Ella, Ophelias mother, ushered them to the girls playroom.
"I am Ophelia," the little girl had said. "And you are Richard!" She smiled.
"I am!!" Richard grinned, momentarily forgetting that he had been separated from his parents. Then K walked into the room and grabbed his arm. He took Richard to the dungeon and unlocked one of the cells. Richard stumbled in.
"My room doesn't get to be pretty?" He asked, broken hearted.
"You thought you would have an upstairs room?" K asked. "That's hilarious. You're a servant! Servants sleep in the dungeons."
"Where are my mama and papa?" Richard asked.
"Oh," K said. "Well you see they're dead."
"They're-dead?" Richard muttered.
"Blek." K said, smiling as he slid his finger over his throat. Richard began to cry.
"Oh shut up," K said, walking out of the dungeon.
Later, Ophelia visited Richard in the dungeon to give him the stuffed pig he had fallen in love with. He smiled sadly and took the pig.
"Thank you," he said.
"I'm sorry Richad," she said. But then she left, back to the beautiful rooms of the Bircland Castle. Richard curled up on the bed and whimpered.
"Mama, why did they do this to me?" He whispered. He clenched his hands into fists."One day I'll kill him too..." It was nighttime now and the guards slid a small plate of food to each cell. Some cells had two servants, which meant they had to share the food. Richard, two year old Richard, was alone in his cell. He nibbled on the stale peice of bread then sipped the cold tomato soup. He shuddered at the taste and then crawled into his bed. The sheets were cold on his skin and he realized he didnt have any pajamas either. He fell asleep soon, but the morning was worse. He was awoken by a loud banging noise on a pot.
"Wake up filth!" A gaurd shouted. Richard sat up as a adult-size-white-button-up-shirt was thrown at him, as well as a black pair of pants. "Put that on!" The gaurd said.
"Here?" Richard asked. There were good sized gaps between the bars of the cell, where everyone could see people undressing. Richard embarassley took of his shirt and slipped on the new one. The shirt was too big, but the pants were not. He tucked the skirt into his pants and rolled his sleeves up. His cell door was opened and they were ushered to a stone table. The were given small bowls of mushy oatmeal. Richard didnt know why he was being forced to do this.
"Now you go up to the playroom," the gaurd shouted to Richard.
"The p-playroom?" Richard asked. "Dont know where that is...."
The gaurd sighed and picked Richard up to take him to the playroom. Richard assumed the gaurd was taking him to another cold cell with thin sheets, so he bit into the guards arm.
"!$@^!!#," the gaurd swore, throwing Richard onto the ground. Richard screamed as he was thrown.
"Ouch!" The gaurd glared at the boy. Richard struggled to stand. He shakily walked up the stairs and turned around and around in the hallway. He pushed open a heavy wooden door and walked down the hallway. Past another door he walked down a staircase and realized he had come to the playroom. But Ophelia wasnt there yet. He waited another half hour, but she still didnt come. The room was cold now and he opened one of the cabinets and pulled out a pink blanket. He wrapped it around himself and curled up on the ground and fell asleep.
A while later he heard soft footsteps entering the room.
"Phela?" He muttered.
"Richard!" She exclaimed. She ran to him.
"What's that red thingy on your face?" She asked.
"Oh um," Richard said. "Well I was in the air and then SMACK! I was on the ground, because elves cant fly." Ophelia nodded seriously.