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The water dripped steadily in the corner of your cell, seemingly the only sound disturbing the silence of the dungeon. From the bars set into the top of the wall, you could see the rain falling, sending a small stream of water along the cracks in the stone to where you were sitting quietly. It was always this way; it was how things were. You could see the shoes of passersby moving towards the castle, the spinning wheels of a merchant's cart, and even the clopping hooves of horses marching through the square. It was a life you could never get back. The people passing always had a good conversation to listen to, even if you could only catch a sentence. Another thing you missed about life before you were imprisoned.
The guards often were kind enough to give you a bit of news from the castle, although you could never figure out exactly why. Many of them seemed to have a tolerance for you that extended well beyond what they afforded others. All signs pointed to them thinking you were an upright human victim to arbitrary punishment. If they had only known what brought you here in the first place, they'd treat you just like the other criminals in the stone tunnels.
Breaking apart the daily bustle from outside, the dungeon cultivated sounds of despair to remind you of all that you had lost: crying mothers, signs of creeping diseases, rats scurrying along the hard stone floors, and the solemn hourly patrols of the guards.
Breaking apart the daily bustle from outside, the dungeon cultivated sounds of despair to remind you of all that you had lost: crying mothers, signs of creeping diseases, rats scurrying along the hard stone floors, and the solemn hourly patrols of the guards.
As usual, footsteps signaled the approach of your noon meal. Lively and cheerful Mathias was the only guard to give you what he called "good food"--a lightly scorched roll and a stringy turkey leg. Lunch was the only time you could get to eat like this; Mathias had once told you he liked sneaking foods out of the kitchen for you, as you were his favorite prisoner. Other guards simply tried to grab a few grapes for your tray in the hopes that they could avoid as much trouble as possible.
"Thank you," you murmured as he produced the key to your cell, unlocking the door and opening it.
He strode up to you with an unusually large grin on his face. It wasn't unusual for him--it was unusual for a human. He was always so happy that you'd suspect he had been drinking, an idea he usually turned down.
And this time it seemed he'd beat you to the punch. "I already know what you're thinking, and I'm actually not allowed to get drunk on the job. Instead, I bring good news: Your execution had to be pushed back another month!"
And this time it seemed he'd beat you to the punch. "I already know what you're thinking, and I'm actually not allowed to get drunk on the job. Instead, I bring good news: Your execution had to be pushed back another month!"
"A month?" You truly were shocked; anyone having anything to do with the magical world was often killed within a month of being imprisoned. It was just a stroke of luck that the recent rise in magical activity had directed the palace's attention to gathering information, but if the investigators needed such a substantial amount of time and manpower to do their jobs, something was seriously amiss. An execution for someone like you required a special amount of vigilance that could not be forgone. Why, then, were such resources being sent away?
Mathias nodded, obviously pleased that he had been the first one to tell you.
"May I ask why?"
"The Prince is coming of age and our glorious king wants him to unite us with another kingdom. That means there are going to be hot princesses here to socialize! Not all at once, of course, but you get the idea. Dunno how much I'm allowed to tell you, or if it even matters, but--well, this job pays the bills."
You processed his previous comment before asking, "What's the Prince like?"
As Mathias opened his mouth to answer, another voice interrupted. "You idiot. It doesn't take this long to deliver food." Monotone; Lukas must be on the rounds too.
Mathias waved his hand dismissively, causing his armor to clank a bit. "I'm comin'. I just wanted to talk to someone interesting for once." He winked at you. "Besides, I think (Name)'s a bit nicer to look at than you are."
Lukas, who had been standing outside the cell, poked his head in. "You are breaking the rules. Get back out here."
If not for the conspiratorial eyeroll sent your way, you would have thought Mathias cared a bit more about the orders he was given. Yet despite his nonchalance he still feigned adjusting his posture before turning stiffly away. The gaze Lukas shot you suggested a lot less trust than what his companion so easily offered. He smacked him on the head before muttering a barely audible "Let's go." Mathias, on the other hand, turned to give you a goofy salute before making his exit.
Your cell door was shut with a clang as you were left alone once more to think. The prince being set up with a woman? But the young man was said to always lock himself in his room because he was so rebellious! Was he really okay with an arranged marriage? Prince Vladimir did not sound like such a person to willingly go along with something this life-impacting. From little tidbits that you'd heard in the guards' conversations, the boy enjoyed having the freedom to make his own decisions, often trying to leave the castle for walks. This interested you; a prince like that was probably arrogant and rude, but meeting him might just be a fun experience. You loved a good challenge.
Water continued to run down the walls, supplying you with a drink as you slowly ate your food, lost in thought. It might not be the cleanest, but it was water, and water was not available at all times.
Three more months to enjoy my life...
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I know it's bad, but I needed to write this idea somewhere. I hadn't even planned it out, really.
Aside from that, there are gonna be way more chapters, so there! I feel awesome for being slightly less lazy about my writing, so hopefully this goes somewhere.
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can't wait for part 2!!!