The Journey of me

Prologue

10 years ago my world fell apart. 10 years ago the accident happened. 10 years ago I had to make the most important decision in my life.

Chapter 1
"Why can't I. I am 17"
"I am aware of your age Gwendole" said the queen aka mom.
"Then why can't I. Daddy taught me how to ride a carriage on my own. He says I do it perfectly." I said.
"Well it's not your duty to ride the carriage. That is the job of servants." my mother said firmly. She was always firm, being the "queen" in all. And me being the princess I was to do nothing even close to work. My room was cleaned for me. My outfits were picked out. My breakfast was made. I barely walked the halls alone. Sometimes I wished I could live in a small house, with a nice man who cut wood, and we'd be married because of love and have a small baby because of love. We would be happy because of love, and not because our parents wanted us to be happy. But that's not happening today or any other day.
"fine" i said quietly. It was no use to argue.
"Your Highness" said the coachman, "There seem to be some armed people up ahead. I recognize none of them to be of your men." he looked worried and had stopped the carriage. Mom looked out and frowned.
"Gwendole get under the seat so they don't see you and don't say anything." she said. My natural pale complexion turned white. I did what I was told quickly but it felt like slow motion. I heard my mother whisper to the coachman but a blast of thunder and rain muffled it. I flinched, my mother told me it would probably rain today. The carriage progressed forward until i could hear the mans voices outside of it. I started to tremble as my mother turned to them.
"Good day sir's, I do believe today is not a good day to be out. The rain will run right through those thin clothes of yours." I new my mother was trying to get them to be on their way but it wasn't working.
"Well I think we'll be able to get a couple of coats from the money you'll donate to us, right Duncan" The leader of the game poked a boy who looked only a year older than me. he also looked like he didn't want to be there.
"oh...um,Yeah..." Duncan said nervously. i heard one of the older men whisper to the leader " that boy of yours better learn not to stutter when he's stealin." I guess he didn't want to be like them. My mother however was still intimidated by his weak words.
"oh w-well i'm so-sorry boys. I d-don't seem to have any c-coins on me right now." she smiled nervously at them.
"Oh on? well you are the queen you must have some." said the leader.
"n-no i don't" i knew my mother was telling the truth. she never brought money on her carriage unless she was to buy something.
"Oh well then you have no use to us." said the leader. I didn't want to look. I hoped they would just go and leave us. I heard a bow strung and the coachman screamed. I covered my ears and tried to not focus on his screams of pain. then i heard the bow being strung again. My mother screamed. no.no.No.No.NO.NO.NO!NOOO! they shot her they shot my mother.
"Search the cart Duncan." said someone, I didn't know. I didn't care. I was to busy keeping my sobs silent. my mother was dead or dying. How would i carry on? I heard a small gasp. And i stared wide eyed at the boy who was obviously Duncan. I gulped. He would turn me in. I wasn't ready to die yet. I wasn't ready to be with mother yet.
"Duncan what's taking so long" asked one of the men.
"n-nothing. there's no money" He walked out and with that they were gone. leaving me alone. in the rain. with my mothers bleeding body on the ground.