The Destined Princess and the Hidden Knight

Chapter Thirteen

"You can't take me" I yelled looking at him as he grabbed my shoulder and tightened his hold on it and with his other hand took out a black cloth. I shook my head and tried pushing him away with my elbow when I felt another pair of hands on me, further restraining me to my place. My Uncle quickly tied the cloth on my mouth, silencing me for the ride. 

I wanted to call for help, call for someone, but I knew that no one would come for me because there was no one out there looking for me. The sudden realisation hit me and I went quiet for several seconds. Staring at the ground, I felt my life flashing in front of my eyes. 

My Mother smiled as I came back home from the learning house. Her little scolding when I would refuse to eat, My Father sneaking a sweet candy to me after I finished the meal and then My Mother glaring at him and following him around the house with a stick in her hand, as I stood in between them and laughed. Somewhere I knew that they both loved me and loved each other too, somewhere I knew they would always protect me. Then why? Why did my mother run away? Why did my father start going into the dark path? 

I chuckle left my lips with more tears. No one was left in my family. 

If I was a boy, I would have been given the training to prepare to fight anyone, I would have been given proper education, I would have been respected at the learning school, I would have been not scared going out at night, or not get kidn*pped, not beaten by people, I would have been taken by the knights to fight for my kingdom. 

I would have been able to find out what happened to my father, who killed him, and avenge him. 

But...I was a girl, a weak girl. No....a weak person. Any boy would not be considered weak. I regret the day I was born. My parents would have been very happy with a son, a son would have taken proper care of them. They wouldn't have suffered. 

Was it my fault? Was I the reason my father was looked down on in society? Since he had no son? 

I felt someone shaking me and looked up.

"I thought you died" My Uncle pulled down the cloth from my mouth as I have stopped yelling now. 

One look outside and I was confirmed, we were no longer in our kingdom. The different color flags waving in the coming dawn, the uniforms of the knights doing the morning March, the unfamiliar path, My Uncle had smuggled me out and no one knew, no one cared. Or was it because he was too powerful?

I looked at him and he was already staring at me. His eyebrows frowned and he looked much older than my father.

"Were you the one ...the one...who killed my father?" I wasn't scared of him, I wasn't stuttering, it was just too real. Saying that my father has been murdered would make it real and as much as I should accept this, I didn't want to now. I don't want to be sad now. 

His gaze shifted to the outside. Even though I tried to read his face, I couldn't. Something told me that he had killed his emotions decades ago. 

"I didn't kill him. Until yesterday, I didn't even know that your family was alive or where it was" 

If he didn't kill my father then who did? I looked down again, contemplating everything that had happened in the past two days but nothing was making sense. 

My Father was always going out at night, we were outcasts for a while then how come all of a sudden, he was attacked. If my uncle was telling the truth and he didn't kill him then who did. 

"The knights, one of them was seen near your house" he didn't say much but just this was enough. 

The sun was above our head and I could see all the cuts and bruises on my body. Even after being offered food and water, I still didn't have any appetite and only drank some water. The pain had only increased from last night but my mind was too numb to do anything about it. 

It hasn't still been wrapped around the fact that My Uncle was a pimp and I would get sold tonight or maybe soon. I wonder who would want someone that was all purple. I didn't know even without eating anything, how I was still not dead. 

Another push and I was outside the chariot. I had lost the will to run, there was nothing to go to. There was no reason to fight. 

"Wash her and get her ready for tonight. We have a special guest coming" 

I heard someone, who wasn't my uncle and knew that by now he would have left. I was just a price he had to pay back in place of my mother. I was a thing. 

*Cough Cough* 

The blood still tasted on my tongue and my chest hurt with each cough. 

A look around, and I knew that this place was built secretly and on the outskirts of the kingdom. The common people might not be even aware that such a place might exist, so there was no way that they would come here for the sole purpose of it. It was a special building for special people, probably royals. Royals who didn't want anyone to know about their acts, someone married, someone young, and these pimps would take care of their needs. So whomever I was going to meet tonight, would be a royal. 

The hatred for the knights and the royals were getting much stronger in my heart. 

They disgraced my mother for her profession, made us outcast, they killed my father and now they were going to use me?

From this moment on, I had decided, in this life, how much of it was left, I was never going to trust a knight.