He lays in the
large canopy bed waiting, barely breathing, expecting to hear his
uncle any moment, but hoping he does not. A small fabric bag of food
and valuables hides under his pillow. He holds the bag's handle more
tightly, his survival will depend on it's contents.
Heavy footfalls
approach his door down a dark hallway. A long pause in the steps
sends panic into the boy's heart. He worries the door will slowly
creak open. Instead, he hears his uncle walk away toward his own
room.
He exhales. He
just realizes that he had been holding his breath until that moment.
He lies there listening to the darkness; he must be sure. A small
mouse squeaks in the dark and shuffles against the wall of his room.
He buries himself deeper under the blanket as if the thin piece can
protect him from impending doom.
Much later he
pulls back the cover and his bare feet silently touch the stone
floor. He slides off the edge of the bed and pulls his treasure from
beneath his pillow. Every moment is measured to make no sound. One
step, two steps, slowly across the room, slower he turns the handle
on the door.
He hears the door
handle click, it pulls open soundlessly. He holds his breath to
shimmy through the opening, not chancing to open it any further than
absolutely necessary. He pulls it closed behind him only releasing
the knob once it is completely shut.
The lanterns
lighting the hall affect his eyes and he can no longer see beyond the
glare. In between each set of lights he pauses to listen again. No
one is moving, he hears nothing. When the passage ends in the large
dining room he waits for his eyes to adjust again.
Past the over
sized solid wood table, through the door way to the throne room. He
avoided the grand entrance double wooden doors. Designed to create a
spectacular approach to the King's position, the heavy barriers cause
mind numbing noise as they swing open and slam together closed.
Finally he
reaches a small servants walkway. The cool air blows against his
cheek as he faces the city outside the castle. A few feet away stands
freedom, but also the heaviest burden he can imagine. It would be
very easy to return to his bed and ignore what is happening. He can
eat to his hearts content and have every luxury he desires, but only
if he stays, only if he survives.
It is better to
walk away. He must find her and protect her, and if possible himself.
The cold water shocks him, but he swims out into the ocean anyway. A
large fishing boat sleepily anchored off the shore has no idea a
young merman swims below them.
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