The castle was almost empty except for the few maids who were passing through and asked who I was. My body wasn't completely back to normal, so my facial complexion was off, and my hair and skin were a different color than before I died. So, knowing that they wouldn't believe me if I said I was the dead king, I told them I had wandered into the castle by accident. Of course, they didn't believe me and brought a soldier to escort me out of the castle.
I was now kicked out of the only place I'd ever called home.
I roamed around the kingdom for a while. I was thankful that I had clothes when I was reincarnated, but I would have preferred something that didn't stand out as much.
The sun was blazing atop my white as fucking snow skin, making me look like a damn walking sunburn. I was not exactly the happiest person at the moment.
I sat under a tree and watched people pass by.
This reminded me of one of my mother's songs. It is about a lost girl who sings a path for her mother to find her, which causes her to lose her voice.
It starts off as an innocent song about the girl wishing for a path that shined as bright as gold so that her mother may find her.
*How would that start off as? Something…slow, I would think…*
The second verse comes in, and we start piecing together parts that the girl has hidden. The path is gold to bring in her money-loving mother, who sold her off.
*I would think that part would have some sadness mixed with anger. Louder.*
I sang a few of the lyrics I remembered.
In the end, the girl is screaming for her mother and loses her voice. It's a very sad song, and I remember tearing up when I first heard my mother singing it.
I tried to remember the exact lyrics when I felt something hit my head.
"Ack!" I yelped and rubbed my head. I looked up to see a crowd surrounding me. They threw coins at me and waited as if they were expecting something to happen.
"Sing," one of the girls next to me said.
"Excuse you? Who the fuck are you to throw things at my damn head?!" I asked
"The song you sang. I wanna hear how it ends." She said not caring for my words and blatantly ignoring them.
The crowd around us nodded.
"Even if I knew the lyrics, I wouldn't sing it to a selfish crowd like you," I said and started to stand.
"At least tell us how it ends, please." An older man asked
"Hmm…yeah, no. I'll take a rain check on that." I said and walked away. The crowd started pleading and begging for me to finish the song, but I ignored them just like they did to me.
I kept walking around the kingdom, and it wasn't very far when I heard people hustling around.
Since I had nothing better to do, I decided to follow them. They ran towards the center of the kingdom, where people were handing out food and performing tricks around.
*A festival* I thought to myself
A couple of giggling girls ran past me, and I saw families walking with their kids. Everyone looked happy.
I heard music far off. The man sang about what a beautiful and caring queen my sister would soon be.
*Does that mean she hasn't had her coronation yet?* I wondered
I kept walking, and I heard another song. This one was about the past cruel king and the horrors he'd done since his ruling.
*Quite the difference* I noted
I heard of another where they set my beloved horse on fire alive so that I could ride it in hell.
"…What did the horse do to you, you pigs?" I muttered out loud
Even knowing that the Abraxas is resistant to fire and couldn't possibly die, it still hurts to hear those things about us.
"It's a shame, isn't it?" A woman said from my side
I looked over at her. Her blonde hair framed her face nicely. She was just a bit shorter than I was, so I didn't have to bend my head to look at her.
"It is," I said and looked back at the singer, who began to sing his praises to my sister.
"It's a shame that they would soon meet the same fate." The woman said
"Excuse me?" I asked and looked back at her.
"Isn't it always like that? They sing your praises one day, then pray for your death the next. People are never satisfied with what they have and always want more. I still remember the songs about his majesty, but I doubt they would." She indicated toward the singers.
"I suppose so." I said "But wouldn't it be best to wish for the best instead of betting for the worst?"
She shrugged, "Would it change things? After her coronation today, things will go back to normal for a while. But history always repeats itself."
"Coronation? Is it today?" I asked
"Yeah…in the chapel," she said
"Okay! Thank you!" I said and ran off to the chapel.