Seven years had passed. However, the Kingdom had gotten worse. The peasants slowly began to lose faith that the Kingdom will ever change back to what it was before. Some did not lose faith and still believed that the true King will step up and take over the Kingdom. There was only three years until then, so they had to just wait patiently. Many hoped and prayed that once the Prince becomes King, he would be able to stop the hell this town had turned into.
In a large cornfield, there were several men and women slaving away. There were also many guards walking around wearing leather garments. Some held whips and some did not. One guard believe the peasants were not working as hard as they should and yelled out,
"Slaves," the man snapped his whip gaining some of their attention. He knew the ones that were not looking at him were still listening. The older man wore his uniform in a tight manner showing off all of his muscular body. He wore knee high boots with leather pants that clung around his manhood, almost outlining what was hiding underneath. Along with his outfit, he wore to cross leather belts that squeezed his muscle chest showing off the forest of hair on his chest. Sweat slowly ran down his body almost making him glisten. The sun scorched its rays upon the ground where the workers slaved away. "Listen up! You will make sure that these three rows are completely cleared of all corn. Until that is done, no one goes home." Some mumbles were heard in the fields, but he ignored them. He knows they would do as they were told.
There were women and men of different ages that filled the acre fields. The women wore light thin dresses to help deflect the heat off of their bodies. Men only wore light material for pants and many did not have shirts on, which their bare skin tanned due to the sun beating down on them. The heat burned more than usual since they were in the middle of summer. Some women wiped their brows more than once as they toss the corn into their handmade basket that was woven out of grass and mud.
Believe in hope, they would say. Believe in happiness. What happiness? What hope? There was none. Jaysa thought to herself. She was one of the many women in the field picking the items off the tall plants. She wore a thin light gray dress. It used to be white however it was covered with dirt and pieces of plant that were stuck to it, changing its color. The wrinkles in the material showed that it was not washed in days or months. The dress stopped above her knees and displayed her dirty covered legs. Jaysa's brown hair was tied up into a knot. It was the only way to keep her neck from sweating and feeling hotter then she already was without having her hair down. She looked around the huge field with her grayish brown eyes. Jaysa was a very slender girl for a 14-year-old. Because of all the hard work the young teenager had been doing, and also not eating regularly, she was skinny with no fat on her body, and it stopped her from developing breasts. Jaysa was not bothered with that because she knew how the guards act against developed women. She would be the last person they would look at. So she never had to worry about anything happening to her.
She was not the only family member out in the fields. Her mother also worked in the same area as well. She was getting older every day, so that worried Jaysa when it came to her mother's health. Her father though was not among them, nor the living. Her father was one of the men that the King had slaughtered on the battlefields against his foes. The guards brought his body to his wife who fell down in tears. She lost the man that she loved to a war that should've never happened. Fate was not only cruel; it was downright evil. It sickened Jaysa even now just thinking about it. Because of that incident, her mother never spoke about her father again.
Jaysa was only seven at the time and did not know what was really going on. Whenever Jaysa asked her mother where her father was, the older woman would fall down in tears. From that day on, Jaysa would never ask a questioned about her father. She learned what happened to her father when she was 12. Jaysa asked the neighbors around her and was able to get the information. She found out that it was not only her mother that was treated that way, but everyone that received their loved ones' bodies were all told by the Kings guards,
"He served us well."
"What bullshit." Jaysa cursed under her breath. She picked up another vegetable and stuck it in her basket she held on her back. The sun rays soon died down and the moon took its place. The men and women were free for the rest of the night to do as they pleased until the next day.