Status: Edited

// Ponyboy's Point Of View //

Dinner move on by slowly, I've been sitting here for half and hour, it pained me to sit there in an awkward silence like that, that's not normal for me. Usually during dinner, dad scolds me about something ​I supposedly did wrong, it wasn't like that today. He didn't talk to me at all, he only made small talk with our company about King stuff, the stuff I'm not interested in. I couldn't take it as I continued to eat, I just couldn't do it. I finally put my eating utensil down and looked up at my dad sighing.

"Sir may I be excused from the dinner table," I ask in the most polite manner I have at the moment.

"Yes you may Michael, you may leave," he says to me, scoffing under his breath so our guest didn't hear.

I stood up quickly and walked away from the table and out of the door. The tension in my body calmed as I was out of that awkward state, sighing in pure relief. I walked back up the stairs towards my room, planning to get a small bag packed and leave the castle. I was excited to see what was outside these castle walls, how the people were like. Making it to my room, I open the door and walk in, closing it behind me.

Where did I throw those clothes to when Clara came in, they couldn't have gone to far. I take my crown off and sit it on my night stand, searching around my room for the clothes I threw. Looking under my bed, I spot the jeans and shirt, grabbing them and crawling back onto my feet. Quickly, I change into​the common people clothes and go to grab a satchel. I fill it with a bit of money and close the stack, swinging it over my shoulder.

"Okay Ponyboy, it's not or never," I mumble to myself.

I walk over and open my bedroom door, closing it behind me and walk down the hallway. I knew a shortcut out of the castle but I have never had a reason to use it until now. Walking through a door, I can see outside the castle and smile lightly, I finally​ get to leave. Continuing to walk I see the fence surrounding the castle and sigh. I did not see this coming at all. . . How am I supposed to get out now?

Without thinking, I take the satchel off and throw it over the fence. I start climbing up the fence and as I fall over to the other side, I cut my hand. Wincing, I ignore the pain and grab my satchel, throwing it back over my shoulder and start walking over to the small village. Hopefully, I wouldn't get noticed by anyone, they'll turn me back to my dad and then I'd be in really big trouble. The village wasn't too far away, about a few minutes at the least.

Walking into the village, I see common people walking around and buying things from carts and markets. It was a pleasant sight to see so thing other than the inside of the castle. I felt the blood drip down my hand and look at it, the cut seemed okay but I couldn't really tell. Walking through the streets more, the less people I saw walking around. It seemed as if everyone was crowded in the one part of town.

The wind blew and I wrapped my arms around myself. I felt the blood stick to my arm and cringed a bit, I had to get that cleaned up. I take my hand and wipe it on my jeans, getting blood on them, getting the blood off of my hand. I make it outside of the village and sit in the meadow that was nearby, it was truly nice. I inspected my hand more, finding that the cut wasn't so bad.

"A-are you alright sir," a voice asks from behind me.

I turn around to see what looked like a boy, he had a cloak on hiding most of his face. He wore dark, baggy, torn up pants and what looked like a green shirt. He came over and sat next to me, taking his hood off and looked at my hand. He had dark hair and tan skin, covered in dirt. Overall, he looked decent.

"Yeah, I'm alright. It's just a small cut anyway," I responded giving the boy a small smile.

"Here I'll bandage it up for you so it doesn't get infected," he says taking a hold of my hand.

He reaches into a bag he apparently had and pulled out a few things, they looked to be medical supplies. He bandaged up my hand and out the supplies back into his bag. I pulled my hand away and looked at it, he did good work it wasn't bleeding anymore. I smiled at him and reached into my satchel pulling out a bit of change and handed it to him. He wouldn't take it from me.

"No sir, I'm not taking that from you it's your," he said looking at me.

"I know it's mine and I'm giving  a bit to you for helping me out," I said my hand still out, trying to hand him the change.

He sighs and takes the change and puts it into his bag, looking back at me. I smile at him again and set my hands into my lap.

"Thank you so much sir" he said.

"It was no problem really," I said.

"What's your name if I may ask," he said tilting his head in curiosity.

"It's Ponyboy. May I ask for your name?"

"Johnny."

// Authors Note //

Ta-da! There you go everyone! I hope you enjoyed this. I'll see you all soon.

Till then,

~ Stay Gold