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chapter 1

skeppy's pov

i stared at the brown haired boy with glasses. he watered the thousands of flowers that surrounded me in this back garden. "so.. you're saying some of these aren't real flowers?"
he glanced back at me. " i never said that! they're all real , from what i can tell. i just said that some of them felt like fabric. "
" so they're artyficial? "
" if you're trying to say artificial , no they are not. they are real. "
i tilted my head. 
" artifishal. like mr squeegy! "
he exhaled and pushed his glasses up his nose.
" don't remind me. " he pulled on a pair of leather gloves and placed a beige seed into the ground , covered it up and then watered it.
" can i try? " i touched a red rose , the thorns of the stem pricked my fingers. blood quickly began to trickle.
" no touching! " his voice cracked. " hold on , i'll get a bandage! "
he rushed into the hall and disappeared.
my finger itched and bled. it was quite sore , i hadn't felt that much pain in my life span. in all honesty , i hadn't had been in pain for years now. the only time i remember getting hurt , was when i tripped over. but that was when i was 5. i was 17 now , and much more mature!

i think.

darryl walked back in , looking quite concerned. i fidgeted with my hands , nervous in case he had bad news.
i winced as he placed a plaster around my finger , still looking down in silence. his eyes sparkled , it almost looked like tears were forming. " what's wrong? "
he looked up at me and took a deep breath. " have you heard of that group of outsiders , outside of the kingdom? "
my heart was racing. this was definitely bad news.
" yes? what about them? " my voice trembled , terrified.
" your fathers been stabbed. and they think it was one of them. they're trying to hunt the group down , but he's in horrible condition. it's too much pressure for the guards. "
i felt ill. my stomach turned and i felt cold.

" oh. "
he shivered and grabbed my hands.
" i'm sure he'll be fine. would you like to go see him? i think spiffy is in there right now! "
i knew he was using anons just to make me feel safer , but i couldn't help but feel like there were thousands of eyes staring at me. i took bad's hand and he lead me down the hall to my dad's room. nobody was there with him , but a boy with brown hair. he sat on a stool next to the bed , quietly.
" hi , spiffy. " darryl walked over to him. they had a quiet conversation , mumbling and whispering to each other , obviously about me.
i leaned over my dad. he laid peacefully. he didn't look like he was in pain , but a large bandage was wrapped around his chest.
they were obviously aiming for the heart. to kill him quickly. make sure he didn't survive the blow.
but then what would they do? they wouldn't be king. i'm the heir for the throne , my sister is slightly behind me. how were they planning to take over?

unless we were next?