Fallen Prince
I’m not sure if i should go anywhere with it or not, maybe have someone else write it. (Everyone knows michael’s a cusses)
Gritting his teeth he glared up at his captor. “Poor dear sweet little prince. For who could ever love a fool like you? You love as you please, you burn down everything in your path, mess around all day leaving behind your duties. And now because of you your own father has been slain. Your kingdom has been maimed and your mother drowned.”Tears threatened to fall as every word flooded his thoughts. ‘It’s all my fault. Dead.’ Biting his lip he shook his head, feeling limited as the man clouded in shadows tightened his grip around his neck. “But I won’t let you live it down, you will suffer for eternity!” A surge of purple light raced along his arm overtaking the prince. He threw his head back in a silent scream feeling his movements stagger. “H-how?” He glanced back at the retreating man. A sinister grin could be seen on pale skin. “Not now, not ever shall you know. For only love can rescue you.”Sadly not all of the man’s words met the fallen princes’ ears for soon his entire body was stiff. Stone.
“My lord?” Michael jerked awake at the sound of one of the servant’s voices. Removing the old tattered book from his face he groggily glared at the disturber. “Your father has sent me to tell you tea has been cancelled. The council has gathered for news of trade.” With a dip of his head the short man retreated back into the castle away from Prince Michael, everyone knew only an idiot would awake him. Closing the dusty book he only briefly glanced at the silver letters that read ‘Gavino’. He snorted at the thought of the prince known as gavin. He had been foolish indeed. So many mistakes made by one young man. And the fact that he thought he could get away with it. How despicable.
Lumbering to his feet he stretched till he heard a satisfying pop in his back before he headed out to the royals garden. He passed replicas of many proud kings, many queens and princes. All resting in roses, lilys, lilacs, sun flowers, etc, and near them were stones carved with their family crest. Each went by slowly, the Ramsey, Haywood, and thousands of others. He only briefly glanced at them though; his attention had been drawn to the far end, away from the honeysuckles, around the pond and towards the unweeded garden for the Frees family. Only few statues stood here. It was odd not seeing the last king of the Frees family nor his wife. Yet there sons’ statue had managed to stand tall, even unscathed by age. No cracks, no vines, nothing almost as if it were brand new. “YOLO!” Hitching a breath he dived to the side just as a flaming arrow shot through the air landing right where he had been standing. “Really? You fucktard you could of killed me.” He glared up at the approaching figure, he had short black hair with dark brown eyes, Ray. “Could of. But didn’t” He wiggled his eyebrows before retrieving his arrow, looking up at the statue flinching back from the shattered look of the past prince. “You know, no one knows how it got here.” “Not this bullshit again.”Michael rolled his eyes about to leave but felt himself held in place by the other males’ words. “They say the night his whole family disappeared he stood alone in this once beautiful courtyard. He was new but there were no signs of someone actually building him and who built him. “ He spoke in awe before turning back to the curly haired prince. Noticing the look on the auburn boys face he leaned forward with a smile. “They say he’s the cursed prince. Turned to stone by his own uncle.”
