The Bed, The Chair, and The Angry Little Man

I stared at him, personally disgusted by the words he was saying. He looked at me and smiled, but that led into a laughing fit.

"What's so funny?" I snapped, which only made him laugh more.

"It's just- that's look on your face. I wasn't being serious Kid; I'm not allowed to see you naked. Well, not yet anyways." He mused, smiling at me. "But, let's be real now- I will teach you more rules, and if you fuck up here and there, my father will have an absolute fit- so please don't do that. Oh! And after this I want you to shower. I'll get you clean clothes."

"Why?" I asked.

"BecauseI am not letting you walk around in bloody, dirty torn up clothes."

"It's y'alls fault I'm dressed like this in the first place. An the blood isn'tmine- I killer a man. Two, actually." I spat, anger filling me. I looked at thefloor, listening to the sound of his footsteps echoing as he walked closer tome, both of us remaining quiet.

Then he spoke. "Let's get started, shall we?"

And so we did. I wasnt happy about it at all, but did keep his word.

The prince was a no good, pathetic little man who as raised in wealth with everyone to do his bidding for him. He kept his word, though. He hadn't hit me with the whip anymore, and as soon as we'd heard shuffling and footsteps away from the door, he nearly burst into tears. He'd repeatedly apologized and lead me to the bathroom, letting me soak and wash myself. He left some clothes in there too, and by the time I emerged, he was asleep at his desk.

Which was perfect. Without his annoying voice, I was finally able to think about my escape, how to contact my family, and how I would kill the price.

From what I'd heard on the way to the castle, escape was supposed to be impossible. A guard stood outside every door, and made sure no one got in, they'd said.

I didn't doubt that royals would have good guards and would make sure no one got in, but would they be able to make sure no one got out? I doubt it. Especially with the right bribe.

But rule number whatever was that I wasn't to leave the room unless accompanied. And with the show I put on, I doubt I'd be able to slip out and act as if I were some sort of suddenly transformed saint who only wished to the help the royals.

But if I truly wanted to, I could escape. I could kill the prince; slice his throat, and take my chances running past the guards. That is assuming I could even get an object sharp enough to slice his throat, and that I don't fuck up and he gets enough time to scream, or find some other ways to get the guards attention, for that would leave me in a very bad situation.

But I was positive that the risk was worth it.

I'd either be free, or be killed.

"I'll get out of here, William. Just you wait.. just you wait.." I whispered to myself, pulling my legs up to my chest and leaning against the wall. I closed my eyes, listening to the sounds filling the castle- and that including the sound of the prince waking up.

My eyes snapped open, instantly looking towards the bed. And there he was- lord dickwad, sitting up and staring at me.

"Kid, come here. Lay in bed with me."

"... Excuse me?" I asked, somewhat dumbfounded. He stood and walked to the dresser, grabbed pajamas and putting them on with ease, then looked over his shoulder and smiled at me.

"You heard me, come up here. No human should sleep on a cold and dirty floor when there's a perfectly good bed a few feet away."

I stared at him for a few moments, before deciding that if I were to sleep with him, I'd basically be throwing away my dignity

"No."

"No?" He echoed, tilted his head.

"I'm not going to lay in bed with a man like you. I'd rather sleep in a pit of vipers." I hissed bitterly. He looked at me, then chuckled.

"I wouldn't do anything to you, Mr. No Name. I'm not... I'm not looking for a husband."

"Marriage isn't requited for royals to go fuck a slave just so long as they stay quiet about it. I heard about you and your father. I am a man of risks, but getting in bed is like a death wish."

His smiled quickly faded. He sighed and shook his head as he stood, then walked to me.

"Kid, lay on the bed. If it makes you feel safer, I will sleep in my chair." He nodded his head towards the chair.

I glanced at the chair, then the bed. I shook my head again, but the prince had other ideas. He grabbed my hands, then pulled me up.

"Woah- You have very cold hands. And they're so small!" I looked up and gave him the best glare I had. "Oh c'mon, don't look at me like that. I'm just saying the truth here- you do have very small and very cold hands."

I rolled my eyes, taking my hand back and walking to the chair, sitting.

William looked at me, As if looking for something. "Mm.. You don't trust me, do you?"

"Whaat? Of course I do! You've only taken me from my home, destroyed my village, forced me into being a slave, beat me, whipped me, and used me as entertainment for the king Asswipe. Give me one good reason I should be trusting any of you royals!"

" I could give you many reasons, Mr. No Name. For one, I haven't murdered you yet. You want another reason? I could have let my father claim you, and believe me Kid, my father wouldn't be letting you sleep in a bed. You'd be in the cellars with the others he has claimed, sleeping with the rats and being surrounded by sick- if not dead- slaves or captives." He paused, as if he were thinking. Who knew his brain worked!

"Some are just criminals awaiting trial, but they will die before the even get a chance to be proven innocent." Oh yeah, prince dickwad. I trust you so much more. He seemed to realize his mistake and quickly began to backpedal, but to no avail.

"I know things are rough right now- But trust me, kid. I'm trying to help you here- I don't have any interest in actually using you as a slave. I just wanted to make sure no more innocent children died."

I laughed and turned the chair away. There was a sigh; he knew he'd been defeated.

He was nothing more than some sad little boy trying to make himself feelbetter. With that thought in mind I slowly fell sleep, but not before remindingmyself one day he'd be king, and every bit as terrible as his father.