Bonded by Blood
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Ongoing26m
Last published Sat, Jul 17, 2021
There are things in this word that bind us. And like bonds they hold us captive. But sometimes we can't escape. Sometime we are bonded by blood.
Me? I am bound by the blood of my father, to live a life of captivity within the walls of a palace that I will never truely own. To never know true freedom because I will always be subject to a King. I am bound to live the fate of a Queen.
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The city was asleep now and I followed. He sauntered casually forward. I stepped closer, keeping in the shadows. There was a distance of at least ten meters between us. He stopped in his tracks. I stopped quietly and stepped to the wall but he continued on without looking back. I waited a few seconds before I continued, more cautious this time. He turned a corner and I ran as silently as I could, I couldn't lose him. Once I reached the corner I slowly peaked out. He wasn't there. I cursed inwardly and hurried to the next corner to see if he was there. The ally was empty.
I grunted in frustration, I had lost him.
"Looking for someone?" I started and turned as fast as I could, grabbing the hilt of my sword. Before I was able to unsheath it I was pushed against the stone building and I struggled to get away. A cool blade touched my throat and I looked into the eyes of the man I had been following. They were grey but held a spark of fire in them. I stopped struggling.
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you right now." His voice was deep, penetrating every nerve in my body. I shuddered involuntarily.
"I-" I sucked in a deep breath as pain shot into my neck. I felt a trickle of warm blood roll down my neck. He was serious and my panic started rising. What was I supposed to say? That I was following him? That I think he killed my father. My mind was racing. I can get out of this, that what I told myself.
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