A different life

Everytime when I closed my eyes, I saw the bloody table again. My sister dead on top of it. Her blood everywhere. And the tall man in the corner. I looked at the ceiling lying in my bed thinking what would've happened if I stopped the man. I know I would've lost. The man wasn't only tall but also very muscular. I never saw his face. He left before I could've taken a good look at his face. Me and my sister never had a good relationship. You see I'm the crown prince of England, and my sister wanted to be the first independent queen. Of course, I didn't mind it. I wanted her to get the job. There is a lot of pressure on me. For example, my whole family thinks of as a degrease to the world because of my homosexuality. Can you imagine? A gay prince, or king even. I think you will probably understand that I don't get a lot of support. If I had a different life, maybe things would've been better. But I don't so I'm making the best out of it. Someone knocked on the door. "Your highness? Your parents want you down at the dinner table for breakfast." I smiled. Breakfast was the only good thing about life. I dressed myself as normal as possible. I didn't want to be different. But that still didn't change the fact that I only had one friend who was my trainer. It sounds pretty pathetic, but it really wasn't. Most princes didn't even have a friend because none of us are ever allowed to go outside. That is the only similarity I had with my fellow princes. Strict parents. I walked down the stairs. I'm telling you, every time I walked down those stairs the become bigger. "Morning mother." I said with a smile on my face. She looked at me for a second, nodded, and went back to looking at the paper. My dad on the other side of the table smiled back at me. "Morning Will." "Morning dad." me and my dad always had a good relationship. He's the only one who's relationship hasn't changed since my coming out. Dad was very openminded. The only bummer is that every decision he makes is influenced by my mother. I hated my mother for a lot of things, but I think this is the biggest reason. "Will, I want you to train again." I looked at my mother. "I still don't feel well enough mother." She lifted her chin a bit. "Then you make yourself feel well enough." I looked at her with anger on my face. "Don't look at me like that." she said. Every word that came out of her mouth made me want to hit her with a chair. "I'm sorry, finding my sister murdered had quite an impact on me." She stood up. "Your sister isn't dead!" I stood up as well. "You saw her body mom! You saw the blood! You are the one who bought a new table!" the anger on her was slightly terrifying. "She was my only honourable child." I smiled at her with no emotion. "I guess so. Excuse me." I walked out of the dinner room and went back to my bedroom. But I wasn't planning on sitting there. I changed into my trainings outfit and went to the trainings room. Henry was already doing his own workout. I smiled when I saw my friend. "Hey Will!" He said cheerful. "Hey Henry!" I tried to say it as cheerful as he did, but I couldn't bring myself to it. "You seem mad. Do you want to talk about it?" I shook my head. "I'm fine, do you want to spar?" He nodded. I grabbed my own sord and looked over my shoulder to Henry. "Fine" I smiled and stood in the right position. For once I felt like a semi-normal boy. But I knew that after the training it would al suck again.