Rosewater15

IN THE COVER IK THEY LOOK TWELVE THEY ARE 16 HELP
Easter, a prince trapped inside his room, his mother's lapdog, has many faces. He doesn't need to close his eyes when plunging a knife in somebody's chest, or ripping off someone's fingers, one by one. But, as secrets pile up like pebbles in a jar, they are bound to spill at some point. And, those pebbles slowly spill, suffocating him and tearing at his identity and morality. (Easter's not the only mc but eh)

Prequal: The Study Room

Letters of Compunction

The carriage ride back to the palace was too long. Although he didn't know it yet, it was the place he would stay until he died. His Highness looked distracted the whole way back, starting out the window listlessly, sometimes his eyes turning towards the anonymity. The anonymity was still in his messenger boy uniform, and had tried his best to comb his hair with his hand.


There was still the image of the dead woman in my dead, but the anonymity tried not to think about it too much.


In front of His Highness's carriage was the Royal Carriage, the one he was supposed to be in. The second prince's lady was with His Highness, since, according to her, her fiancé, mistaken as His Highness, was ushered back on the Royal Carriage.


"Your Highness," the lady started suddenly. His Highness perked up, turning towards the lady. "...Apologies if this carriage is not suited for you." He laughed.


"What are you, a servant? No, I'm fine, just... thinking."


"I see." The lady nodded, looking back down at her lap.


After a while, he asked, "Lady Rose, what do you think about the slave?" The Anonymity registered a little late they were talking about him.


"Ah- what about him, Your Highness?" His Highness seemed to be in deep thought.


"You may not know this, but Mother likes to play around and dress up little slave children."


"Oh? Her Majesty has... interesting hobbies." He laughed.


"Well, the last... slave, Mother gave him a more traditional look, throwing in flowers and jewels, and expensive silks."


"Hmm." the Lady frowned. Both eyes were on him now. "If the maids cleaned him up, he could pull of a more proper style." She looked at the crowned prince. "After all, he is still partially the illegitimate child of the Tarnin household."


The anonymity was still trying hard to not think about the scene he had saw. It gave him different emotions than when his hands where cuffed, iron bars before him. Hungry eyes looking down on him, fingers prodding his body.


"What are you doing now, Your Highness?"


"Ah- I'm writing a letter to my brother~"


Recounts of the Anonymity - 1