I glare at him, yanking at the bonds. He laughs softly. "Oh princess, you're so delicate. Do not struggle, we wouldn't want you to break, would we?" He whispers. I snarl at him but he's right, I'm sick and weak at the moment and the cold rain isn't helping matters. I turn away, coughing and choking on blood, but swallow it quickly, not wanting anyone to know my state. He smirks slightly.
"Why are you so cruel?" I ask curious at his behavior. In the Castle I was kept away from the outside world by my parents, who told me of the dangers that lurk in it. However the servants and the cooks, who lived outside the protective wall of the Castle, always seemed like good people.
"Cruel," he scuffs. "I am not cruel. Your kind is. Sitting in your castle, while families starve, homes burned to the ground because the blasted taxes are too high to pay. Cruelty, my dear Princess, is a word you and your family are all too familiar with." His words felt like a slap in the face. He can not be speaking truth. The kingdom loves my parents and they would never allow their people to starve.
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Defiance. Resilience. Those are the traits that are not appreciated from the lower class. Keep you head down, keep quiet, and do your job. That was all that was expected and wanted from you. But what happens when one very quiet rebellion, and one very loud one, come together? Unlikely allies band together, which leads to a chain of events that no one has anticipated.
One small action, that's all it takes.
A/N: This story is partly fantasy. Nothing supernatural introduced, but it was all created in my mind and has no link to any time in history in particular.
Also, this story was inspired by a story I wrote as a young child (8-10) and I was seemingly incredibly morbid at that age (of course altered and expanded, as my idea was rather simplistic).