1-neen-3

[1-neen-3]

chapter 1 done????

The king is dead. 

The sky is misty. The moon is luminous, the stars guide. I form animals from my shadow, he was yelling at his daughter the night before .

”Did you think they know who did it?” Sereia looks at me expectantly.

“You’re the princess’ best lady-in-waiting, shouldn’t you already know?” I grumble, putting my knee up to my chest, she’s been babbling about this for hours. This morning, the butler found the king dead with a letter-opener in his throat. The detective immediately suspected my twin sister and I, as we are the closest to the royal family: the king and the princess. Sereia already had a horrible morning, she woke up late, couldn’t find her uniform, and the princess was in a sour mood. The king’s death made everything worse.

“Well, Her Majesty put us all off duty today, said the family needs time to grieve privately,”  she says as-a-matter-of-factly, “besides, don’t you want to know? Being the king’s best bodyguard or something?” she retorted. I don’t know how she’s taking his death so lightly, sure he was a horrible king, but his death won’t make things any easier. The princess is far from ready to take the throne, and she lacks one of the most important skills a royal should have; combat skills. The king assigned me to train her, and she hates that the king never took her seriously.

I sigh, “Of course I want to know, I’m a royal soldier assigned to protect the king at all times, and he was killed right under my nose!” I throw my hands up in the air, the shadows around me bursting before going back to natural. 

I stand up, step off the ledge and run a hand through my hair, “Look, let’s just… let’s just go back inside, yeah?” she turns around raises her brow at me, I sigh again.

“But we haven’t even-“

“Sereia please, okay? Today was shit. I’m tired, you’re tired, we need sleep alright? The investigators will ask us more questions tomorrow and we should both have-“

“-a clear head, yeah you’re right.” She finishes my sentence, and follows me to the door back inside. When we were younger, Sereia would always take the lead as the older twin, I followed her every move. I wonder when she became so… obedient, she used to be so stubborn. 

I throw her a weak smile and whisper, “thank you.” I hope Sereia will be able to sleep, but I know I can’t.

P.S. this is from a perspective of a guy

P.P.S. i dont really know what the hell im doing??? any tips from fellow writers?? if so, pls feel free to just put them on here, somehow. im new to tumblr but i figured this is better than reddit (ive never in my life used reddit, i dont even have twitter)?