Shit, was this another kidnapping attempt? Where were my guards? And when were these plebeians going to realize I wasn’t even close to having my arse on the throne? My parents had spares like everyone still pissed in the street and we could all die from diarrhea.
I had three older brothers before I’d even be close to being king, but didtheyever get kidnapped? No. It was always me and frankly, it was exhausting. My guards usually swooped in and stopped it, but sometimes these unwashed miscreants touched me.
I hated it when people Ilikedtried to touch me. I mean, I hated most people because they were idiots, but there were some I tolerated and I didn’t want them touching me, either.
These guys were organized and much better dressed than previous kidnapping attempts. I enjoyed fencing, but boxing was for savages and I told my brother that when he tried to get me in the ring. It was uncivilized to punch people in the face for sport. And to think he was closer to the throne than I was.
I couldn’t fight these men off with my fists and they were standing between me and my sword. Ugh. My idiot brothers were going to give me the hardest time if I got kidnapped for real this time. One was into boxing and the rest of them were into hunting. They were going to say if I could throw my fists or had a gun, I wouldn’t have gotten taken.
And I’d tell them if my guards had done their fucking job, these miscreants never would have gotten close to me.
And they were touching me now. How dare they? I wasn’t going to be king, but I was still a prince. This was treason and they’d die for this. They seemed interested in the back of my neck.
“He’s got it. Grab him.”
I didn’t have anything on me. I was in my boxers because I didn’t enjoy sleeping in clothes. The indignity of my kidnappers seeing me like that had me seething. I only let people see my body onmyterms. They would pay for this with their lives.
I felt a needle plunge into my neck and black spots started invading my vision. I had one thought before the blackness took me.
My guards would pay for this, too.
It was time. I’d busted my arse to get into Oxford, so now it was time to leave my family behind in Egypt and go to university. It was supposed to be my first semester at Oxford, but I’d had a year of university back in Egypt and, thankfully, a good bit of my credits transferred.
I didn’t know a single person in England, but that was okay. I tended to get along with most people. My Baba said that would serve me well if I wanted to follow in his footsteps at the ENP or go into politics, but he knew I was happiest in a room full of dusty books.
I could handle England. At least, I thought I could. I deboarded my plane and went to baggage check to collect myluggage, but someone stopped me before I could even make it halfway there.
“Sir, can you follow me?”
“Is there some sort of problem?”
“Follow me, please.”
Was I being profiled? My Baba warned me it was a possibility and to not react, even if they upset me. He said I would have done nothing wrong and to only stick to the facts. And yeah, it upset me.
I was barely even off the plane in a new country, and they decided I was up to something just based on what I looked like. I was actually seething, but I’d give them nothing. I had done nothing wrong.
I tried to keep my fists to myself and not deck the guy who was manhandling me. I’d already gone through security in Egypt. If I had any type of weapon on me, they would have found it before I boarded. They took that kind of thing just as seriously as other countries.
“He’s got it.”
I hadwhat?All I had on me were the clothes on my back and my phone in my pocket.
“Take him.”
“Take me where? I don’t have anything on me.”
They didn’t answer. I felt a prick as a needle slid into my neck. I had one thought before I blacked out.
I might be completely new to England, but I was pretty sure this wasn’t legal.
Igroaned when I woke up. I was sitting up, and I wasn’t one of those magical people who could fall asleep in any situation. Every family holiday growing up, the women were expected to cook and clean up after while the men ate and then fell asleep on the couch watching sports. I wasn’t just bitter that I was expected to wait on them like a servant. I couldn’t sleep unless I was in bed, the temperature was just right, and I had the proper amount of pillows and blankets.
That was when I remembered someone snuck a dick in my bedroom and got me arrested by the men in black. I still didn’t know how that happened because I was a light sleeper even when I wasn’t sleeping in a hostel.
I cracked my eyes open. My back was killing me from being deposited in this chair after they knocked me out. I wasn’t back in America. I appeared to be in the grand hall of a castle and there were several people my age who had also been knocked out and were passed out in chairs.
Maybe this wasn’t about the severed dick?
