I laid there… Thinking about what I had done, if I did not go out that night I wouldn’t be I where I was now. I did not care about what anyone thought. I loved him. No one could of stopped me from seeing him. I did not care if he was a peasant. And surely my royal title was not going to keep me away. That night was going to be the most wonderful night of my life. The moon was glowing and the sky looked like it had thousands of sparkling white diamonds. The air was crisp, but had the aroma of the market animals. You could hear the rustling of the rodents and snores of the camels. We were going to run away from the palace. Or as I saw it, the slave dungeon, where my every move scrutinized. I was a slave locked in my own palace, desperately trying to get away. And my true love was going to be the one, that was going to set me free.
We had made it past the big, stone palace wall, without anyone hearing us. Then pasted the bare market and found ourselves in the lifeless desert. We were finally safe, at least we thought so. All of the sudden shouts and the gallop of stampeding horses was near. It was them! The palace guards darted towards us. I ran as fast as I could. Tears began to roll down my face just thinking about what could happen to us. It made it harder to run and guards were catching up. He pulled me along, trying as hard as he could to get me to run faster, but it was too late. They had plummeted my lover and I to the ground. We were then tossed like dolls over the horses backs and brought back to the palace. There we came face to face with the stern and all mighty powerful ruler, my father. He sat upon his thrown with my mother by his side, looking at my lover and I in disgust. My father wanted nothing to do with me. He believed that I had dishonored him and the whole royal family. He no longer wanted be to associate to me. I was no longer his daughter, I was commoner. He stripped me of my royal title and my family. Then he announced our sentences. My fears came alive.
My lover was sentenced to be headed in front of all to see. I clasped in the guards arms and pleaded with the ruler not to hurt him, but there was no changing his mind. Then it was my turn. Tears were rolling down my face and then immediately my face went in shock. And that is how I got here. The first couple of hours were unbearable. I gasped for air. The screaming had left me breathless and the scratching and digging of my tomb had left me weak. I was left there to rot. With the time I had left, I thought about what was going to happen once I had no life in me. Where in the afterlife was I going to go? Was I going to hell for internality? Is there even an afterlife? Before I was put me in the tomb, the ruler inscribed that I would rot in hell and never escape the evil ways. My time was coming to an end, nothing was left. I soon would find out where I would end up.
By Jessica Musseau
