Chapter 5 Four

I groan as the light hits my face, burying my head into the soft pillows that smelt like mint. I was warm and comfortable in a soft bed with a comfy soft blanket.

The room was warm and the air was fresh and clean, my eyes parting slightly.

"Where the hell am I?" I whisper, jolting awake and realizing I was not in the prison, the obvious clues being that it was quiet and didn't reak of filth and rape.

To my surprise, I was greeted to a large room three times the size of my old shack with an open feel to it.

The wall across from me was all glass except for the area in the middle were two columns on either side of a beautifully decorated double glass door that led to a large balcony, what looks like a garden from my view point surounding it.

Tearing my gaze away from the window, I notice the beautiful curtains that hung on either side of each wondow so that the sunlight could fill the room.

The room itself had a large vanity to the left, jewelry boxes and make up cases were nicely stacked. To the right was a glass shelf full of books, a very large desk with a computer and picture frames sat just slightly to the side.

There were two sitting areas, one close to the bed I was in with a large flat screen tv mounted on the wall over a large fireplace, the other close to the desk and book shelf.

The wall paper was gold and white and very elegant, and so was the large cannope bed I was in, the room held an air of importance and it made me feel safe.

The jacket was still on me and the lingering scent of that guard filled my nose. I could remember the way he looked, talked and walked. He was just so familiar to me.

"Glad to see you are awake." As if he was called from my own thoughts, the guard appeared in the door way, his face lit up with an easy smile, his eyes filled with joy.

"Where am I?" I asked. The room was so familiar to me, as was the bed.

"You are where you should be, where you should have lived your whole life, Princess Allisara." He answers, getting down on his knee and bowing his head to me.

"Welcome home."

The air in the room became thinvand hard to breathe as his words hit me. He had to be wrong. I wasn't royalty.

"Alli, Alli calm down." I didn't know when he had gotten to my side, but the guard was there, holding me to his chest and rubbing my back. His scent was soothing and soon I was breathing normally again.

"Thats it, deep breaths." His words were gentle as he held me and I smiled.

"Alli Cat come play." It was a childs voice, I turned to look around and saw what looked like two ghosts.

No. Not ghosts.

The girl was me at a young age, her, my, curly gold hair bouncing.

"Go away Demi." Came the young me's voice. The boy turned and I saw the startling eyes. One that had rescued me just yesterday in that prison.

The memory faded and I turned to look at the man.

"Demirtrias?" I whispered, lightly running my fingers acrossed his stubbled jaw.

"So you are remembering." He whispered back with hope in his eyes, his face coming closer to mine.

I felt his lips press softly against mine, his blue eyes closing. I couldn't help but smile and kiss him back as the memories filled my head.

He was Demirtrias, Demi, Trilavantas. Eldest son to a duke and my... betrothed.

I pulled away from him in surprise, surprising him by the looks of it, as the word plays in my head, the days we spent as kids playing, the day he betrayed mebby letting the guard he was squire to whisked me away from the palace for my safety and most like the reason why my memories surpressed

He was my best friend but also the man who helped place me in the slums to fend for myself, I knew it in the pit of my stomach.

"Get away from me." I growled out as hate fills me. He was the reason I nearly starved to death many nights, the reason I cried to sleep wondering why my parents abandoned me while he sat in the palace in luxery.

Take care or her, were the last words my maid said. Well they didn't take care of me.

"Alli I can ex-" he started and I quickly stood, throwing his jacket in his face.

"Oh really?" I cut in sarcastically, glaring at him.

"Explain to me why my memories were taken away, why my life was spent in the slums and why I nearly died from hunger while YOU lived in luxury. " he flinched as if I hit him, his head hanging in guilt.

"My father said you had died after your maid had taken you somewhere to be safe." He whispers, his eyes meeting mine with a pleading look.

"Your father, the curent regent?" Everyone knew of the regent, until the royal bloodline was prooven terminated, he would become King.

But here I stand, in my old room, the biggest room in the palace.

Alive and future Queen.

"Your father is the reason why this country is dying." I throw back accusingly. I didn't want to be here in this room with him and he could tell.

"I'll wait outside for when you are ready to talk, but you may want to change." I looked down at myself as he says those words, realizing I was in the prisoner's uniform.

I glared at him and turned towards the open door that led to the bathroom and slamed it shut before he could say anything else.

I was furious.

My whole life a lie all because of that stupid civil war.

Silent tears streamed down my face. My violet eyes, a royal trait, were wide and filled with hurt and tears. Dirt covered my face and my long spun-gold hair was in tangles.

I turned to the shower. It had been years since I was here but it felt so right as I turned the water on, tearing the skimpy clothes off and stepping into the hard spray.

I cried as I scrubed myself clean. Crying for the lost memories that quickly returned to me, crying for my family who were all murdered, and crying for my people.

From now on I had to be strong. But in this moment I needed to let it all out.

Let the hurt and the grief wash over me as the memories assulted me.

The happy ones, the sad ones, and the ones that will haunt my dreams. But there was so much I still didn't remember, still holes that I had to piece together.

I don't know how long I was in the shower, but the long cry had me feeling better so I shut the water off and combed my hair. Lotions lined to counter and I smiled, applying it to my skin. There were also hair products that I remember my maid putting in my hair. I smiled and took the smoothing serum.

With in moments my hair and body were soft and the curls were back in my hair. I was starting to look like the princess I was.

I wasn't taking any chances in seeing if Demirtrias was still in my room so I took the only other door in the room that led to the walk in closet and gasped at the site.

All the dresses I had as a little girl were gone, replaced with new clothes fit for a queen. There was even an area full of jeans and leather pants.

I by passed the frilly dresses and head strait for the leather, grabing a bra and thong on my way to the hanger and putting them on.

I inspected the pants before grabbing the blackest pair, puting that on and looking for a top. I found a silver one that fit perfectly and flaired out at the bottom.

The last thing I needed was a jacket or a sweater, and I grinned. I saw my mother's old shawl she used to wrap around me hanging on a mannequin and I grabbed it, guickly braiding my hair before putting on a pair of kneew high boots and steping out into my room, glad to see that Demirtrias was gone, probubly to make out with some palace whore.

I knew what I had to do and I turned towards the doors that took me to the main hall, stepping through and walking confidently past everyone.

This was my home.

My birth right.

And it was time I took it back.