Being on the run from the law had its perks, such as being able to steal and knowing it doesn't matter anymore. That was what I told myself everyday to avoid spiraling into depression. I had given up hope of a normal life a long time ago, ever since I had been accused of murdering the king. As if I would murder my own father. But they were out for my blood. No matter what I did could stop that. It was my brothers fault, really, for egging them on. He had always hated me, from the time we were kids, knowing that I was older and that I would get the throne when father died. And when he did, when he finally did, we hadn't even had time for funerals before my brother started pointing fingers. I knew that he hated me, wanted me gone, but I never thought he would go this far. Should have expected it. I never planned for this, running from the law, the guards, my own family. I kicked an apple, hard. It rolled over to a old, wooden, shack. Above it was a sign that said, "Shady Business Bar! Open from Sunset to Sunrise!” I grinned under my cloak. Drunken Secrets. The best kind of blackmail. I walked through the door, swinging it open like I owned the place. Inside, was what seemed to be like a huge biker gang. I walked up to the bar, slamming down stolen money, and said, “I’ll have some soda.” whatever I was, I was sober. The bartender let out an amused snort and went to the back to get me some. I sat down in an empty seat to wait, and after no more than a minute, I heard a loud voice behind me saying, “What are you doing in my seat, little missy?”. ～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～●～ That's the unfortunate end of Chapter One! Five loves, and I'll write Chapter Two! Thank you, and goodbye! Next: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/853865340/ Previous: Doesn't exist
