Chapter Six: Prince Jax

When Jax was born, he was only a couple months younger than his brother, just stopping him from a throne he didn't care for much. His mother spent most of her time with him, when he wasn't learning from the best tutors, and he learned compassion and love, something his brother didn't quite understand.

When he saw the girl in the cell, her shirt and shorts ragged, hair matted, a dirty face, but eyes filled with spirit and flames, the compassion and love he hadn't felt since his mother moved on, was lit again. For some reason, that most would use to call him crazy, he wanted to protect the girl, even if it meant giving up his heritage. It made him smile, another thing that no one had seen him do in a long time, when she stuck her tongue out at him and turned feistily away, dropping down onto the straw filled clot with an noisy plop, she had no grace, and somehow that made him like her even more.

When the guards came gallivanting down the stairs to release him, he had annoyed his brother a bit more than usual by dropping a toad down his coat in the middle of an important and "Dignified meeting." To be honest, it wouldn't have been that bad if he did a little dance to get the toad out, but instead he dropped to the floor screaming like a baby, infront of two guards, five servants, tweleve nobels, and King Luke, he strutted over to the girls cell.

"You shouldn’t stick your tongue out at a prince." He enjoyed the way her cheeks turned scarlet and her mouth gaped open. The way she acted, and the fact she had no poise, made him chuckle. She was a ways away from the delicate ladies of court, who grappled all over him when he talked to one. He didn't talk to them much anymore.

When she was dragged in front of his brother, he wanted to protect her, especially when one of the guards slapped her. He liked the way she talked to King Jonny too.

When it became noon and he tiptoed down to her cell, he almost cried at the strips of blood on her back, and the way she was hanging there, the shirt stuck to her sides with cold sweat, showing how hungry she had clearly been for most of her life. When he started to apply the medicine he had brought to her back, she woke up and started to yell. He knew it was hurting her, but it would hurt more if he didn't apply it.

Talking to her was calming... but if he had only knew she would change something about him forever.