Thorns in the wind: a collection of short stories

The scaling height: Part 3 - Blue day in court

He sat on the uncomfortable seat waiting for the stupid meeting to be over; he just wanted to retire to his room and be left alone, away from all these people and peasants that seemed to annoy him without uttering a single word. Everything that came out of their mouths seemed to be dumber and dumber, almost as if their head's were hollow; although that wouldn't surprise him.

Blue looked around the council room in distaste, each member the same; whinny and dull, listening intently on every word his father uttered as if they were being blessed by a god, as if his father would throw them a 'bone'. Bloody fake people he thought as a girl sent him a flirty smile across the U shaped table. He rolled his eyes and turned his gaze to the open ceiling showing a view of the starry sky that seemed to be mocking him.

"Prince Serluen, are you paying attention to your father's words?" one of the Ladies of the court asked him, trying to publicly scold him without making it obvious. He gritted his teeth to resist the urge to slap the pruny woman across her face.

"Of course not, I was too busy avoiding your dissecting, snake-like gaze." Blue said, his tone bored and emotionless, as he rested his head against the palm of his hand sending her a cheeky smirk when she gasped in horror at the extent of his manors. His father coughed and sent him a glare. He could already feel the lecture his father would give him once all the snobs left.

"Perhaps the prince should retire from this meeting." Blue could feel the disappointment rolling off his father as he stood and happily walked from the council room. The giant doors opened as he reached them, at least some of the servants were doing their jobs right.

Blue walked the corridors around the palace until he grew tired of seeing the same bland white walls and decided to head to his chambers; he knew his father would lecture him eventually about his behaviour to the pruny woman that didn't know how to keep her mouth shut. It annoyed him how the females in his father's court thought he was fresh meat up for grabs, it disgusted him how they forgot their place among the men and people of higher power than themselves. Females in his opinion were power snatchers, gold diggers and held no real value to society. Women did nothing but whine and complain about how hard their lives were when they were born to riches and showered in praises.

Blue reached his door after his internal rant and opened it, he walked straight to his bed and sat on top of it, trying to rest his anger more than his feet. He laid back and gazed at a photo of his mother on his side table; anger bubbled deep inside him knowing she had left him behind with his ruthless father, to be raised by a monster. He slammed the photo face down, not wanting to see her smile as she hugged a smaller version of him; a naive version of him that his father quickly broke and remade from stone. Blue looked up at the ceiling of his chambers wishing his life had been different, although he would never admit that to anyone; he longed for something more, he longed for something no one could ever give him.