Letharia's POV
I ran past the sun-struck buildings with a gun in my left hand and a bag of food in the right. I looked past my shoulder to see one man chasing me until his very last breath. I grabbed my gun, turned around, and shot 3 rounds of bullets, each one hitting his chest. I stopped running; I then walked back, taking the camera from my back pocket, taking a picture of the man I killed, innocent or not.
But no one is innocent in Xoria, not even the children; the kingdom has been corrupted for centuries, king after king, dictator after dictator. The rich kill the poor, and the poor kill those they get their hands on for revenge, or food. Crime runs rapidly through the streets, but who do the people blame? The King.
I reshot the man for the last time to make sure he was dead. The shots echoed through the streets. I noticed the television sets in the market and watched outside a local shop; they were broadcasting hangings of the rebellion again. I clenched my fists, and I had a feeling Father would be more than angry hearing the news.
As I started to run again, I placed the gun in my back pocket. I ran until I was out of range. I panted as I reached home. I entered the house; the rooms were pitch black. No signs of Jessi, or Lorelei; I walked further into the darkness until I felt a pair of arms around my neck; I struggled to get them off as I elbowed the man behind me. I heard a thump as he fell against a piece of furniture. I blindly put my hands in the air looking to pull the light switch; until I finally pulled the switch, I pointed my gun at him. I saw a man relying on the kitchen table to get up; that man just so happens to be Jessi, my brother. He stared at me then smiled. "You get better every day."
I smiled " I know. But enough of that, it's time for dinner".
I picked up the bag of food I had dropped during our fight. Setting the bag of food down on the table. Jessi had gotten his knife from his back pocket, as he was happy to chop the fruits and vegetables in the bag. I emptied the bag; raw fruits, and vegetables were all we ate occasionally, I'd sneak some candies, ones the rich would eat. "Lorelei! Father! It's supper time"!
From the dim corners of the room emerged, Father holding sweet Lorelei, Father with a smile on his face. He sat on the floor with Lorelei in his lap, feeding her chopped fruit as if she were his own baby. Father looked at me. "I thought I told you to let your brother steal today".
"We swapped places, it's no big deal really---
He slammed his fists onto the table " And have you been killed or worse have you been a female slave for little Prince Aven?!", He interrupted, causing little Lorelei to cry. Handing her into my brother's arms. "You know what happened to your mother, do I have to constantly remind you that she's gone", he had raised his voice at me.
"I know Father, I'm sorry". I replied. “But have you heard of the hangings going on, they’re hunting us…”
Father banged his hands on the table “Not in front of her”, he folded his lips. Lorelii had started to cry again.” Father put his hands on his forehead and sighed “What sector?”
“B”, I whispered.
“Damnit...Damnit!”, he banged his fists into the walls. “They most likely got most of our weaponry.. Whatever it’s fine we won’t have to deal with this any longer”.
"Nevermind that, Jessi, would you show her the map"?
"What map", I asked.
Jessi quickly grabbed the map from the other room and showed me hesitantly.
He laid the map on the table "We're going to kill him tomorrow".
"Who?" I looked up at Father seeing him grin. I gasped "Prince Aven", I whispered. "But do we even have enough manpower t-to do that?
"John Wilkes Booth Killed Lincoln with one gun, and he was one man", Jessi said.
"But that was 1860 it's 3055 dumbass", I said.
Father didn't laugh, he stared at me "You memorize this plan right, or you're getting yourself killed, Jessi and I already memorized every square inch of that arena".
"Arena?"
"An execution is taking place tomorrow, Lorelei will stay with someone I know, while I kill King Aven. You and your brother will shoot the guards at gates 5 and 7, now here's where the other rebels kill the guards at gates one, two, three, etc, later you will bomb the place, make sure to kill the rich".
"Why do I get to kill Prince Aven, Father, why I'm curious".
He turned to my brother "Those Bastards father scarred Letharia, and killed your mother, and before that he shamed her, stripping her of her dignity, so you ask why, why is it that you've been living without a mother burdened by your Father instead. After I kill Prince Aven I'll go after Nero, we must eliminate the public prince and go after the sheltered king, do you understand your role in this? One screw up and it's over".
"Yes, Father", my brother and I repeated in unison.
He stood up with deep hatred and sadness in his eyes, for whenever he told the story of the day mother died, he'd silently cry in his room wishing he would have been the one that died.
Prince Aven’s POV __________________ “Well, Arlin I want your advice”. “What advice my lord?” “Would impregnating her be the smartest thing I’ve done in my whole life?” “I am not allowed to tell you your future, my lord”. “Yes, I know, I just needed your input since I'm still quite young”. “My Lord, your father, and your father’s father have had sons at the same age you are now, you should be fine”. “Very well then”. “My prince may you tell the council the dreams you’ve had so we may differentiate them from the prophecy”.
Letharia’s POV ________________ The poor had gathered outside the television store windows, gathered around by guards to view the execution. If the poor couldn’t afford to go to the colosseum gaurds dragged them out of their homes to watch a dictator cut off the head of someone who had shed no blood, stealing for his family to survive. Sometimes it was a person who helped those captured girls who had turned into palace slaves to escape or someone who fed the occasional prisoners who criminals meant to die. That man wasn’t going to die today. I backed away from the crowd, sneaking into a dark alley, climbing onto the ladder, and onto the roof. I then descended another later onto the roof of an abandoned church, sneaking inside. I spotted Jessi by the stained glass windows. “I can’t believe we’re going to do this…” he mumbled, sound enough for me to hear. We st
A man stared at me with wonder in his eyes that man was no other than King Nero. He unlocked the prison cell and ran up to me, he stood in front of me as I had a blank stare on my face. He grabbed my face, turning it side to side as if he were looking for something. "Tell me, are you the one responsible for this massacre?" I grabbed his hands, pulling them off my face. “Yes”, I answered. “You rebels sicken me”, he gave me a repulsed look. “You sicken me as well, oh almighty King Nero”. I bowed with disrespect. “You seem to be nothing like your mother, I’ve wasted my time here.” He turned his back to me”What did you do to her??” “Your mother? That’s a story
Letharia’s POV _____________ I took a deep breath, and Aven was nowhere in the room to be found. I looked in between my legs to see if he had left anything. I passed out after he gave me that syringe. He didn’t do anything to me, but why? After he was so eager to do so, he left me naked in his bed. I stood up and grabbed one of Aven’s shirts. I wouldn't say I liked his smell and the scent he left on his shirts of rich cologne. I wore one of his shorts. I opened his room door to see a flurry of servants going left and right along with guards outside the doors of the nobles, including Aven’s door. The guard bowed to me as he spotted me. “Hello my lady I am sir Galloway I must escort you to your stylist before your RMC council meeting.” I noticed all the stairways and long hallways and pictures of the kings along the palace walls. I was quite the entire ti
Save my son! Why are you all just standing there!", Queen Eliza screamed frantically as I held a sharp blade to her son's neck.Nero crossed his arms, and the guards were mortified that a mere woman could do such a thing. The council members were still, and Aven chuckled."Wow darling, how impressive. But darling, listen. If I die, they die, your brother dies, your father dies, and the list goes on & on.""Screw you". I spoke."Well, what are you waiting for.... ", his voice was calmthen he screamed, "Do it"!The sword was shaking in my hands, and my head started to hurt. My vision becoming blurry. I zoned out hearing voices until Aven grabbed the sword from my hand and pushed me onto the ground. He threw the sword across the room and pinned me down with his body weight.I squirmed trying to set myself free. He starred at me with such anger in his eyes, the room silent. Aven started to entangle his fingers in mine slowly, then in one fast motion"Crack".
"Th-That was my mistake-", Aven pulled away from me. Aven stared at me with blank eyes, I closed my eyes in fear he might hit me but instead I felt a tugging sensation on my lip. My head tilted slightly, by impulse I had kissed Aven back. I then felt his touch disappear, I opened my eyes to see Aven staring at me with his hands in his pockets "I will ask my Father to cancel the execution at once, do not leave this room". I sat there in shock, free from handcuffs, one kiss may earn me my freedom back, what could my whole body do? I somehow wondered if I may have accidentally put him in a trance, what if this was one of the powerful magicks my mother had possessed. I sat there looking around his room from my spot in the corner next to Aven's bed. I noticed how he had no photos of his Mother and Father, his room looked quite plain even I would decorate with newspaper scraps and collages. Aven only had one photo of a cat sitting on a woman's lap, I couldn't tell if it was his mo
As the execution was over Nero sent Jessi over to him in handcuffs, he walked past us but proceeded to give Aven a side glare.Aven looked at me “This is the last time I let you get what you want- “Aven-“
“Shouldn’t we do this on our honeymoon?”, I asked taking off my dress. Aven scoffed, giving me a smirk, “Press your stomach against the bed, and I’ll do all the work.” I sat on his bed facing him. “What am I to you? A pretty trophy or a convenient sex toy”. Aven looked at me. “I have plenty of toys that I play with, but I want you right now.” “Why?” I raised a brow. He sighed. “No more questions lay on your stomach.” I took off my undergarments and showed Aven my bare breasts. “Isn’t that better than laying on my stomach?” “Much better,” he approached m