The Cosplay

"You don't even know what sacrifices I made just so our kingdom and you could be saved from those hungry beasts!" Queen said while having grief in her eyes.

"You didn't do anything for me or our people you only did this to remain in power to satisfy your greed, I know what you've been hiding from me for so long and now I'll reveal you're true face!" Prince said, while his eyes showed the hatred he had for his mother.

"I did nothing wrong, you're being deceived!" The Queen tried to clarify herself.

"I knew you wouldn't confess it easily, so I investigated it. And I found these letters which you sent to the commander and in this, you clearly ordered to finish Father. I would show this to officials and then they would give you the death sentence!" Prince said while holding letters in his hands,

"No you can't do that, stop I said or else!" The Queen had a tear formed in her eye, she couldn't even imagine that this would all happen, how did he find it? she thought,

"What you would kill me too like you killed my father?" He said in a disgusted voice.

As he turned back, a bullet was through his revengeful heart. It was none other than his mother who shot him to keep her horrible truth forever hidden. Prince cackled while touching his heart and seeing the red blood on his elongated, fair hands.

"I knew it was true and you just proved it, but remember even if you kill me your vicious face would still be uncovered one day if not by me than someone else"

Samuel flinched at the loud sound of the train's steam engine. He came out of this brutal story into real life. A kind lady came into his compartment and asked,

"Would you like to buy this newspaper, sir?" She asked politely,

"Hmm it's good to know your surroundings please lend me one," He said while smiling.

He was reading the newspaper when he heard an old man approximately in his late 60's saying ferociously,

"Ah my goodness, this queen can swallow her son just to remain in power"

Seeing how furious he was, He thought to ask him the reason for his hatred. When He asked him about the Queen he only mentioned her as a greedy monster who could do anything for power. Seems like people here hated their Queen. Well, power is something which makes a person like this no wonder the Queen became like this. For a moment he felt that, whether it's reality or fiction vow of greediness is the same.

He talked to that kind old man for a while. He got to know he was a former servant of the Palace. He told him many stories about the Palace and how everything was happy and blooming there before King's death. After King's death, Prince was sent abroad by the Queen, she said it was for his studies but in this old man's opinion, it was to keep him unaware of how Queen controlled the kingdom.

They were talking when his wife from two seats further called him for something. While he was gone, Samuel dreamingly gazed at those beautiful yellow flower fields from the train's window they were extremely beautiful. He admired how these yellow flowers played with the cool breeze swinging and dancing along with it. In this cruel world sigh of relief is nature. He doesn't know when he drifted into dreamland while seeing this picturesque view. He woke up when the old man shook him,

"Is this your station? " He asked,

"Yes, thank you sir for waking me up otherwise I might have skipped it" Samuel replied warm-heartedly,

"My pleasure son" The old man replied kindly,

Samuel got down from the train with my leather suitcase, he fixed his hat and then headed towards outside the station. There were many carriages there. As he was new here and didn't know the directions, so he sat in a carriage and told the address to the rider, which was on a piece of paper that he held like a treasure.

The carriage was quite antique it had black seats with rustic golden frames, the horse was brown and looked very tired as if he was travelling for years like Samuel, the rider was wearing a black hat, black leather coat, white collar shirt, black pants and shiny black shoes. While Samuel was in the carriage he saw many things, markets filled with people, everybody busy in their work, kids running on the streets, ladies buying things, and shopkeepers advertising their shops some with discounts others with fresh and good quality goods. It was good to know how busy London was.

"Sir your location is here house 234, Brandon street". The driver said in his British accent.