However I couldn't run away from this hell, how could I? With two snakes hissing around me, I only had to comply, unwillingly.
I looked towards the focus of this event, the man who had that platform made especially for him.
He was a tall, once handsome looking man. The years of pride and glory on his face faded, and stains of dirt and dark red spots of torture were now evident to my eyes. His once stretched back was now leaned and bowed, like an old man with much illness, though I only knew of one he had, love.
I couldn't look more into his face, or see his lost eyes, as I moved mine to observe his clothing. He was wearing a tattered, lowest rank possible, sack of grey clothes that were always branded for prisoners.
He was, violently, pushed forward, using the blunt end of the shiny spears of the knights, to make him board these wooden stairs, climbing them upward to the end of the platform.
The platform itself was cleaner than him, even the floor of the platform was covered by a much worth linen than the clothes he was wearing.
He stood there, emotionless, without any expression on his face, without saying a word, a silence that was like a bumpy obtuse knife, inserted slowly and deeply into my heart. He was tortured, not physically, oh god, but his love for me had paid him double in pain. I held my cry of agony inside me, but couldn't control my shivering body at all.
"Calm down my love," the snake beside me whispered, "he is going to live," she paused, intentionally, as she was enjoying this moment , engraving it into her slovenly mind, "he will live under my care, and you will always has the chance to enjoy yourself with him, given that…"
She didn't continue anymore, as she winked, reminding me of the deal we all agree upon. I clenched my fist over the short scepter in hand, dreaming it would turn out to be a dagger, and jump over this adder and claim her heart with it.
However, I just smiled back, without saying a word, trying my best to control my anger, but my body betrayed me, again, as it involuntarily shook.
"This day, we are here gathered, on this honorable day, to celebrate the ascension of our beloved prince, raving the coronation yet to happen, but first we need to condemn this traitor, the one who laid his dirty, unworthy, hands over our prince, trying to do the most heinous crime, assassinating our crown prince."
My father, my dear father, started a speech, as he always loved, by instigating the masses over the one man that I truly loved. And yet, I had to stand here, in my place, watching the one man who I faithfully belong to as a lover, about to be killed, or be gifted away to my nemesis, under my own blessing.
God curse them all!
How did things get this far?
It seemed he read my thoughts, as he turned sharply to look at me. For a moment there, I thought he would attack me, curse me loudly like he always did secretly, announce to all my grave mistakes, the one I lived my whole life amending it… being born!
I couldn't believe how deceitful he was until I saw him, speaking in public, with me by his side. Those affectionate loving eyes, flooded with fatherly love, that seemed endless with passion and care, oh god, I must be envied for such luck, to be blessed by such a father.
These loving eyes soon would turn into the eyes full of hate, and this kind and merciful face would change to show its true nature, once we became alone, once every stranger's eyes would shift away from us.
He always blamed me since, as long as I could remember my life, about being born, as if my coming to this life was the curse that befell on our house, not him!
He blamed me for the death of my mother, during giving birth to me, as it was a difficult and impossible labor as I always heard about it from his mouth.
At first, I wrongly thought he loved her so much, so much that he hated his own daughter for that. However, in time and years later, I realized the shocking truth.
He wasn't in love with my mother, nor he held any feeling at all towards her. He only lamented me for being born a girl, not a boy, and taking the soul of my mother, the last living heir to the throne, during my journey to this life.
I was cursed by a father who was so blinded into his own ambitions, that he even totally forgot my existence, obliterating my own self from the world, replacing me with this fake picture of the prince who never existed, the son he never had.
He pointed to me, with his gentle eyes, as he continued his lies:
"However, our beloved king was so merciful, so merciful that he didn't order him death for so long. He was so merciful even to give this man a chance, a chance to be redeemed, to be blessed with our king mercy, giving him a chance to be claimed by any noble, man or woman, to live in their custody, serving them as forever, since this moment forth, a slave."
The word 'slave' when heard was much worse than what I thought it would be when I heard it inside the royal chamber of mine. I was told of this judgment a long time ago, and I also knew who would be the guardian, the flagellant of my heart, of my love, of the man whose only crime was to safeguard me with all his power.
And now, in front of my pitiful eyes, and helpless fake authority, I had to reward him with cruelty, how could I ever approve of that?!
"don't be sad, I will treat him well," Anna's toxic playful voice played in my mind, as she whispered softly, enjoying herself to the brim, intoxicated in this moment.
I swallowed my dry throat, with all what was left of my hope, trying to look away, but couldn't. I was surrounded by ratty men and women, even my loyal faithful knights couldn't be trusted, as long as their leader was more loyal to my father.