I am the crown prince? - Chapter 13
Bo’s limbs started to get weaker from pushing the board. She took a break and glanced around, still she found no way out from there. She was still stuck with the young prince in the valley. She gazed at the sky and prayed for help in her heart.
In another place, a mischievous young man was spotted running away from the guards while they chased him.
“You can’t catch me!” he yelled, annoying the guards more.
“Catch the damn brat!” the fat captain commanded them. He was more than determined to catch the erotic books seller.
The young man drifted to an abandoned alley where he saw two cross-ways. He picked the right one and kept running until he came into the forest, then disappeared inside a tree hole.
Back to the guards, they were confused which way would they follow, as they didn’t see in which way he went. They stupidly stopped there and waited the fat captain for instruction. Alas, the Captain was still running gasping for air.
When he came across the guards, he glared at them.
“What the hell are you doing! you stupid dogs!” he yelled in frustration, pulling his hair like a maniac.
“We didn’t know what to do,” a guard stated.
“Oh! Wow! So you couldn’t divide the group into two? One goes left and the other one goes right,” he shouted sarcastically. His face turned red from anger and a visible smoke streamed from his head.
“We are sorry Sir,” they replied in shame.
“Sorry? Sorry? I lost my chance to get promoted last time because of you! Idiots!” he shouted again, making them drop their gaze to the ground.
“You know what? You won’t get your full salary this month,” he stated calmly.
The young man waited for a while for them to appear. He stayed there hidden for a few minutes. When he saw no one, he sighed in relief and left the tree hole.
This place was his favorite, he knew it since he was a child. He went to the cliff and sat on a rock, thinking about his miserable life. His life wasn’t that perfect after all.
He lived in the streets since he was a baby, no one supported him before. His situation was better now as he lived under a roof with an old man. The house wasn’t that great, it was just a cottage made of straw. But to him, that was better than nothing. He helped out by earning money through illegal means; selling illegal books, information that he got from spying on high borns.
In the corner of his eye, he spotted a board with someone on it, making him gape. He could clearly see the arrow stuck on the person’s back.
“He is dead for sure!” he murmured quietly.
He was about to leave, but stopped when he saw a girl hopping on the board, she seemed as if she was checking the guy’s pulse.
“Is there hope?” he asked the sky.
He looked back to find her her pushing the board again with determination.