Everyone in town was here for the ball. They were all so stupid for believing his fathers tricks for so long.. Yet if Sullivan even uttered the truths he knew, then his father would do far worse then what the truths would be when revealed. So he sat kindly one the throne by his parents. He watched as ladies danced, some even stealing glances at him. Yet my story was just beginning. I am Sullivan Wellington and as I watrying everyone having a lovely night at the grand castle I could only wish I was alone.. I wished it would've been sooner but I knew I never wanted this life. I never wanted to be king nor did I want to be a prince.
I wanted to be a normal teenager but my people only saw it as charming and dreamy to be in my shoes.. They never understand what I went through or how much I saw by the hands of my father. My mother was the only one who understood, she'd help me whenever I had an injury. She was the only one who I loved and wanted to protect such as my people. I loved the kingdom more than anything especially everyone who was in it, but he was In my way.. soon everyone stopped dancing and talked around, the court jester finally came over to my parents and me. I watched him as he said jokes, my father laughed and my mother smiled but I guess the jester noticed me with my serious face implanted for dear life on my body.
The jester smiled and made jokes yet I didn't bother to even smile or laugh since I was taught otherwise. He tried to make me laugh but it was as if I was made of steel and he understood that now. He walked away with an awkward smile since he named the most funniest jester upon the whole valley.
When I finally got up, I was pestered by many women who were trying to flirt with me but I somehow managed to make it outside to the ballroom balcony. I was sick of this.. I felt hurt and anger though I could never say it out loud.. Only repress it into my heart and my heart hated him more everyday until I knew I'd break, and when I did.. This kingdom would be in ruins by how much I'd say. though I'd need proof but it takes a man to know.. And a boy to understand. They'd understand after I jumble out the whole truth.. That I've been Jodie ever since I was 6. Even before that I knew worse things..
Or the fact I knew too much.. People love to learn but when you know too much then its far worse then not knowing.. Because then you wouldn't worry about it or understanding it alone.. But that's what I'm doing here, nobody knows except me and my father. Why do I even think of him as my father?.. He's just my blood. Nothing else. I have no father.. Even he said I wasn't his son a long time ago.. Yet if he didn't want a son, then why have one? To only let it suffer at your own hands because of your own selfishness..
I remembered I was on the balcony and I quickly saw I had spent more time on here than I initiated.. The ball would end in 20 minutes yet it seemed too long, but if I stayed here on the balcony I'd get found out here by one of the village crazy ladies.. And they'd pull me into the ballroom and make me dance with them. How disgusting..