A fairy tale (gay) Christmas

👑December 20th👑

Princess Amalia Sofia👑

Somehow I always knew that you would betray me, yet it still hurt way too much in the end.

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Several days had passed since I had found the little cottage and moved in. Although the days were lonely and the nights were cold, I was doing quite well on my own. The forest felt dark and gloomy, so I had no real interest in leaving this place. Not when food was limited and snow laid heavily on the ground.

The old lady who lived in the village looked after me as much as she could. She brought me food and taught me how to bake bread by only using bark, flour and melted snow. It was the first and worst bread that I have ever tasted, but it was also the only food I got to eat the entire week. At some point you just get used to the foul taste.

There was nothing to do during the days. Sometimes I would have to gather firewood or try my best to feed my horse that was standing in the old stable. Most of my days were spent huddled up by the fireplace, trying to keep warm. The cold was getting worse every second. Snowstorms plagued every night and almost every day. The snowfall was heavy and fast, while the sky was always clear. If you didn't know, clear skies make the winter weather so much colder.

And now there were only four days to Christmas Eve. I was convinced that I would be spending my Christmas alone in this run down house in the middle of the forest. No Christmas food, no lights or decorations. No fancy clothes or ornaments, and no friends or family. It would be me and that old lady, baking bread out of bark and old flour and trying to eat it without breaking any teeth. Just the thought of such a Christmas made me depressed.

So I decided to close my eyes a little earlier that day, around eight pm, and lay down by the fireplace. With a growling stomach and sad mind, I slowly drifted of to dreamland.

At first I was just floating around between consciousness and sleep, patiently waiting for the nightmares to hit as they always do. Nightmares of me dying alone in the woods, with no food and no warmth. Dreams of me going home and seeing my entire kingdom in ashes. Dreams of the funerals of my friends and family.

At some point I had just gotten used to the nightmares. I got them every time we were at war.

But then a little time passed, and no nightmare appeared. I was confused, until I finally saw someone. It was Zyr and... Teno.

At first things around me seemed almost too dark. I couldn't see were they were. But it was somewhere wet and cold and unpleasant. But soon I got used to the darkness, and the room started to open up.

"This is a new dream, how peculiar"
I thought as I took in the new surroundings. Zyr and Teno were sitting inside one of our dungeon cells, still wearing fancy clothing. I had never seen Teno in a palace uniform before, which got me confused. How could my brain possibly create such a nightmare, if I had never seen it in real life before? I had barely met Teno either, so why was he in my dream?

The more I looked, the more realistic it started to seem. The cell looked so detailed, but I had never been inside one before... Why was I dreaming this?

Suddenly Zyr stood up from where he was standing, and Teno tried to get up too. The young knight fell to the floor again though, from pure exhaustion. Why was he exhausted? And why did Zyr stand up?

Then I saw who Zyr stood up for. It was my father, king Corum. Shouldn't my father be at the front lines? The more I looked the more convinced I was that it was real. Maybe I wasn't dreaming, maybe this was a vision. At that thought tears filled my eyes. Why was my friend imprisoned??

Father looked at him maliciously, which confused me to no end. Why was he acting so weird? Why had he put Zyr and Teno in a cell?

"You won't get away with this! Your evilness will consume you whole, unless the people do first!"

I widened my eyes at Zyr's poisonous words. I had never heard somebody talking to a king in such a manner. That's before I realized the pure hatred in my friends eyes. Even Teno was glaring as much as he could, although he was curled up in a ball in the corner, looking half unconscious. Had my father not let them eat?

And then I heard my fathers laugh, that echoed in the room. It was not a happy laugh, but a mocking one. Anger grew inside of me at how my friends were being treated.

"You picked the wrong side Zyris. Good thing I won't have to deal with your negativity anymore. I'll make sure you are hanged the moment my son falls dead. Maybe I can even blame you for the death, and skip this supposed wrath of my people"

He laughed between his words, while my mouth hanged open in shock. Why will my brother fall dead? Why will Zyr be hanged!? Terror blossomed inside of me, starting from the heart and spreading to my head, causing panic to spread. But I couldn't wake myself up yet! I had to find out more!

"You can't! Don't you understand what you are doing!? A maniac, that's what you are! You should have been killed the moment you started your first war, you piece of unworth!"

Zyr spit vicious words at my father. Corum frowned and stopped laughing.

"In a few days at miners village, your beloved prince and lady will die no matter what you think. If you believe that swearing death upon your king will change my mind, then you are just as dumb as I thought"

And with those words, he left the dungeon while tears started to stream down both my eyes and Zyr's.

Suddenly the forest didn't seem so cold and uncomfortable anymore. I needed to leave, right then and there.

For the life of my brother and future sister in law, for the life of my friends. I needed to stop them before they all died right then and there. I couldn't hear anything, I couldn't see. With tears streaming down my eyes, I rode away from the little empty village, in hopes to make it in time.

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