“Ready?”

"Are you ready son?" I asked my son at the gates of the caste. I was nervous as was he.

"Yes, I am." He said, smiling up at me. I nodded and smiled more as we walked to the town square. I was shaking in my shoes, but oh well. He was confident in our plan.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" I exclamed out into the square. I smiled at them as they gave their attention to me, my fiary red hair swaying in the wind. "It is with great sorrow that I procounce that...my own son will be put to death by handing." I said, teary. The town cheered. They had never liked my son because of the way he acted, and it saddened me greatly.

The gaurds took my son to the Hanging Tree, setting up a rope with him handcuffed. It broke me in two...

I watched as my son went to the latter and put the rope around his neck, looking saddened. Its almost time...

As they were about to push th latter down, I burst into flames. I set the tree aflame because I was so close to it as my son jumped down.

"Now!" I yelled, putting myself out as we ran. We ran into the forest, nobody following because they were busy with the tree. I smiled as we ran farther and farther and farther. We ended up in a new village where nobody knew us.

The truth is...we hated being royal. It was a thankless job after all. It was no fun and we hated it as the reat of our family always had. Now, we could live as common folk and be in peace...

Me and my little boy.