This dissertation is a piece of creative writing in fulfilment of the Final Major Project for BA (Hons) Creative Writing.
Prologue:
The prince jolted awake, the book in his lap falling to the floor with a thud. Outside his window, the bell tower chimed, emitting an ungodly noise. It was loud enough to wake the dead. He would have tried to force himself back to sleep had it not been for the darkened sky still looming above the kingdom, held in place by the moon and its constellations – none of which he’d ever deigned to learn.
Something was wrong. If there had been a disturbance of any kind – a prisoner escaping the dungeon, for example – someone would have roused him. But no one had come.
The only sign of movement he’d encountered were the shadows beneath his door.
Though the couch cushions beckoned to him, the prince stood, shook off the blanket he could not recall covering himself with, and crossed the room. He gathered his boots and belt, slipping them on with practised ease before stepping into the corridor.
There wasn’t a soul in sight and yet, somehow, he knew where to look. The shadows had all headed in the same direction, so it made sense that he should follow.
So he did.
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