It was a moment to relapse, something I could term as the best time ever, especially knowing that my papers were set, and I was now capable of leaving this country without any illegal constraints. However, the destruction, or rather the problem, was Ezron. He did not have any papers either, and if he had, he may have somehow hidden them from me. However, how could father let him be my guard without any papers when they did not know where we were heading? Anyway, I did not want to think about Ezron; that brother had done more than damage to me. How could he do such a thing to me anyway?
For my own sake, after leaving Amir's room and having breakfast prepared by the hotel, I decided to look for Ezron, as I was already told his shift was in the evening and the whole night, so that was better. "Hey, brother," I called out as Ezron was drinking some bottle. It is some sort of drink; I am not sure of the name they use here, but it quite stimulates one's energy. It is a good drink, the best indeed. Anyway, I just wanted to clear things out with Ezron. I am not sure if it was my pact really to clear things out, but I felt it is the right thing to do, as after all, Ezron was like a brother to me, and he may have had his own reasons as to why he accepted the job offer. "Yes," he replied back, checking me as I went and stood next to him on this hotel's balcony. It was somewhere set aside for people to observe the surroundings and the seas of this nation; how beautiful, right? Yeah, it had quite an aesthetic beauty in identity; it was beautiful. "This place is beautiful," I first stated, as I waited to hear his reply before I would start up my conversation. On my hand, I still held my papers; that was the main reason I wanted to speak with Ezron – the papers. "Indeed, it is," he stated. "I want to tell you I am setting to leave for London in a few." I stated, breathed in and out, observed his reaction, and then continued, "I shall board the first shipment to London, as my papers have already been dealt with by Prince Amir." I finished, and I saw the shock on Ezron's face. "What about me? Are you to leave me here?" He asked. "No, that's the point I have come to speak, to have a conversation with you. I would love to know what was my father's and Armstrong's idea," I stated. When I asked Amir to do my paperwork, the point was he does mine, and then after, deal with Ezron's paperwork. I never really intended to have Ezron left out, but I sure know he feels left out. He sure feels left out. "My intentions were not to be selfish, no. I had really better intentions than that; I really did…" I don't know why I continued talking, but I felt explaining myself would help a little. It was always something I did when I knew I was in some wrong or something of that sort. I always started explaining myself or stating that all that was not any intended reason. "The reason I left with you was that Armstrong and I had an agreement. He was to settle my mother's doctor's debt, in addition to making sure that she lives a better life. It was all for my mother," he stated calmly, as if it was no big deal, but I knew deep inside he felt the pain, the pain that I could not see. The question was, could Armstrong keep his word?
"What about your papers?" "I had no idea that papers are used when traveling; I just learned that here," he replied, which made me feel saddened. I knew I was in no position to request Amir for another favor; he had no liking for Ezron, and I guess he felt that Ezron was taking up the position that I had made for him. "We shall leave together; I shall deal with the guards," I stated, like I always did when something was out of my reach. I always said I would deal with it, but in reality, dealing was not something that could come easily. But I would deal with it; however, what I did know at the back of my head was that this was another country, and not my hometown. However, when I said that, he just nodded. "You shouldn't bother, though; just tell me about that dark man," he stated. "The dark guy?" I asked, acting as if I had not heard him right. "Yes, who is he? How did he approach?" "I was mad at Amir; there were things, choices he wanted, they wanted me to make, those which I would never consider having in my life. That's how it all started," I stated. "What kind of choices?" he asked. "He wanted—they wanted me to get betrothed to the princess," I stated, being really sad about it and vigorously shaking my head. Actually, Ezron laughed about it and then just stated, "Are they stupid? Okay, but if they really did that, it means they really saw a brighter future in you. Why did you refuse? How angry were you?" "I was quite angry; the fact that they thought of me as some Prince was even hilarious," I stated. "Why would you give up that opportunity, though, brother? How's the princess, though? Is it this one, Jasmine? She's got the body and looks, yeah," he stated, with a smirk on his face, the kind men make when they have a liking for a girl. "No, the younger one; she's quite the same age, seventeen of sorts." "Ooh," he stated, then continued, "How then did you meet with the dark man?" "Yeah, that's how it started; the anger, then I had some one-on-one meeting with Amir. I was so mad... yeah... then there is this door; it is guarded, it heads to some forest. I left for that forest; there was some river, with which I heard ends outside of this country. So that was the place I met him, I met him for two or three days, I am not quite sure, but we had some conversation; he first pretended he could not talk," I stated, which made Ezron nod. "What did he say?" Ezron was now really interrogating me, and it was feeling really tiresome. I hated when someone started interrogating me over some conversation I maybe had with someone; it just felt weird. I never had a liking for that. But since it was Ezron, and I also wanted to know the deal with the dark man, as he somehow talked about Ezron. "He told me, you told me I was here," I stated. "I haven't talked to him in a while," Ezron stated. "That does not matter anyway; I have nothing to do with these people. Anyone in search for me shall find me in London; I am set to leave, and if it is you who shall make me not leave, I shall have to leave you behind, apologies," I stated, which made Ezron look at me directly in my eyes. "I chose to leave my family." "I know, man; I shall make it up to you, one day when the storm is over, when all is calm, and when I will have had things that which I don't have now." "How did you survive?" he asked, and I wondered why he told me that. "We all survive," I just stated, just because he asked. I never really knew the best answer to that question, but I knew it was the only way I would state. With that, the head chef came in calling on Ezron, and we had to depart. As I left for my room to have some meditation on what to do and when I would head back to London, I just hoped London would be nice. I don't think, in this life, bastards were really killed. Like then, when I was born, I just wonder... I just wonder sometimes, what I am to people.
After evening arrived, I had my supper and headed back to my room. My thoughts were still all over the place. I had arranged my things well, what I was set to leave with, and the fervor of heading home was rising day by day. I started contemplating the people I would leave behind, like Amir. I wanted to leave with Ezron, but I somehow felt that was not destiny's plan as of now. It was as if destiny had other plans for us. Then I thought about the two princesses, most especially Princess Hasmine. After the king had made things clear that I was supposed to seduce her sister, I had stopped much of my conversations with her because I feared that her feelings for me would grow as I continued to spend more time with her. I'm sure she felt the distance; I was not conversing much. It was only when she talked to me when someone was available and watching us. I never wanted to have her alone, like it was before.
When I thought of her, I suddenly felt the condensing of my heart, as if I had done something really wrong to someone. I don't know why, but I just took my ink and a piece of paper and started writing.
To Hasmine,
I know I write this not sure why, not really sure about my reason, but my heart feels the depth and hole, I much left you with. Maybe it wasn't really a depth, but I also felt the distance day in, day out. My words may not really explain my reasons, but I hope you and I shall not end strangers, as I made you be at some point in the storm of my crowded mind.
I much wanted to talk to you, I much wanted to really have a conversation, I much wanted to have much and much with you, but it seemed your father had a different set of idea. It was this idea that led to the distance between you and I. If you know the reasons, I just want to tell you that I had no wanted for that, and my heart could never accept any situation as such. I know you saw my fights with Amir, my messed mind, my wails when alone, and maybe others. For I did, I saw the look you gave I on a distance, the wish you had that it was you being requested by I to go on horse riding rather than your sister, I know, I felt it, and I hated it,.. However how much I wanted to ignore, I just could not,…and so I decided to just end it, how would I live with such guilt and pains,.. How dearest Princess Hasmine?
I set to leave on a week's time, my stay here has been fruitful, and I still remember that day when we met, the girl so bold, who just wanted nothing but to speak, to a random pianist, with the white skins, and some lengthy hair. How I hated it when you told me, I looked bad with my short hair, it was more of the reason why I never wanted to remove my cap. I blame you for that.
I shall miss you,
I really shall.
I hope we meet again, and on your wedding, I hope I shall be alive to just come and play you the best song, an English classical.
I play violins too,
They say I have a good voice.
I don't know why I write this, but I feel when I place my ink down, I shall feel empty again.
It is a feeling I can't explain, that which I can't describe as love or as friendship or as sisterly, but it is utmost my feeling towards you. An emptiness beneath, an emptiness, that's what it is, an emptiness. Sometimes I do feel empty for other things, but today I feel empty for you,
I wish you well,
I hope you shall never forget me,
And if you happen to, never burn the writings in this letter,
Maybe one day, I shall face you.
Did I tell you Princess Diana was jealous of you? >>> Am sorry, I just remembered her, you hated it when I spoke about her,..
Goodbye,
With much love
To the Princess of Iraq
Princess Hasmine…,,
It is me,
The Pianist,
The Lordship, they call..,
The Duke's son… they write..,
Lord Willock Vikings.
I hope this emptiness fades,
I don't know how to explain,
It just never seems to fade,
Bye.