Lone boys

Introduction

He looked below his castle, his grip was tight but loosen as he lets go of the handle to the balcony. His name was Quinn Lewis, he had blond long hair he hated it cut, he often had to wear formal and nice clothing, he had multi color eyes, one was light blue the other light yellow, he also had magic but wasn't to good at it. He wish he wasn't a prince, he was jealous of the other kids who got to fit in and make friends.

His parents made him stay hidden, the only people who knew the king and queen had a son was the guards. He was homeschooled, and if he wanted to go out he would have to go with a parent or a guard.

He hated this life he wanted to be free, but that wasn't easy.

He slumped over his bed, bored, very very bored. He had a diary to help him with his boredom. This diary had pages full of his thoughts and feelings if his parents seen this who knew what would happen.

He picked up the diary, not writing it but to see if he had changed any.

He reads his old thoughts and feelings, it all seemed normal but there was a page that seemed weird.
At the top right corner there was a drawing of an eye, he doesn't remember drawing that.

He got worried what if his parents seen his diary? But if they had seen it why would they draw an eye? Wouldn't they immediately go up to him and lecture him about feeling these things? Maybe he drew it in his sleep? It probably wasn't important.

Quinn heard footsteps, his eyes widen, he quickly hid the book under the pillow. As expected his father opened the door.

Quinn smiled and spoke calm "Do you need something?" He didn't dare to look at his pillow. His right hand on the pillow.

His father spoke sternly and balanced, "Quinn, have you made yourself seen to the public?" Quinn froze, has he? He doesn't remember making himself obvious. Unless the public seen him with the guards, but even then it's impossible to tell who it is or who he could be related to. He shook his head "I don't think so." He didn't seem too positive with his answer because he didn't even know the answer to his father's question.

His father sighs with slight annoyance "well the people down below think me and your mom have a son" Quinn was immediately upset, it was just assumption didn't mean they knew the complete truth.

He didn't want to talk back, if he did that it would be a month of grounding.

He tried to seem calm and not annoyed "maybe they just thought since you two are married that you would have kids,Since that's how it usually is."

Quinn father seemed angry with the answer, "whatever it is, you are not allowed out for.." he was taking forever trying to think how long I wasn't allowed out, "for 3 months" my heart dropped, emotions froze for a good 2 seconds. 3 months? What am I supposed to do for the next 3 months? surely my diary will be filled out by then.

I didn't know what to say I just mumbled out an "okay" until my father left.

I sat on my bed with so many emotions, is this how teen hood should be lived? Nothing to tell my future kids? I won't have anything to tell them anyways if I've lived my whole life like this. He felt his face feel hot, his eyes felt watery and his throat felt tight. He snatched his diary and wrote frantically, pages turning like lighting. He felt his cheek start to get wet but when he turned to the next page, there wasn't a page.

He froze. What am I going to do? I can't go for 3 months without a diary and going outside! This is hell, he would go insane if he went 3 months like this, then he thought of something, what if just for the night he left the castle?