After what felt like hours, I heard a bolt click. A hooded figure entered the room. He was dressed in black jeans and a black hoodie. His shoes were brown and flat soled, and a small strand of jet-black hair peeped from under his hood. When he spoke, I realised that this was the person I was not able to identify earlier.

"Mykle, it's a honour to meet you. You're rather important now, are you not?" I did not answer, only sat there and listened.

"Silence...not so golden today. I would like some talk from you, but if the cat's got your tounge, can't tell it to let go that easily. I completely understand why you would be so quiet in a situation like this. I'm not that scary, don't worry." The stranger, evidently, was talkative. He also sounded too young to be a kidnapper-type person.

"Who are you?" I finally asked.

"That, prince, is a question for another day."

What was probably the rest of the day was spent lying on the bed. The stranger left, and left me with nothing, apart from my thoughts. Who is he? I wondered. Wondering sent me to sleep. 

I was awoken what felt like only minutes after dozing off. He had returned, this time holding material in one hand and a bowl in the other. 

"Get changed, eat up. Knock on the door when you're done, prince." I nodded in return. The bowl and clothes were left on the floor. Inside the bowl was plain porridge, and the clothes were a black cotton jumper and loose, black jeans. I hurried, from nervousness. 

I knocked on the door and it was opened in reply. The hooded person lead me down a corridor and through a door. We were in another, larger, emptier, dimly lit room. This room had no windows, no chairs, nothing, but a bare bulb suspended from the ceiling.

"Take the ring off, and hand it to me." he instructed.

"What? Why?" I asked.

"I will explain," he replied, "But first, please hand it over."

"Only if you tell me who you are, and show your face." I demanded.

"I will, prince, but hand it over first." I couldn't find the will to argue back this time. I gave him the ring. He placed it on the ground and drew a medium sized rock from his pocket. Too shocked to do anything, I stood there and watched him smash the ring to pieces. 

He finally removed his hood after that, revealing the entire of his messy mop of black hair. His face was straight, and his stormy grey eyes made it even more intimidating. There was also a scar across his right cheek, making him seem a little more threatening. 

And I thought the hoody was creepy.

 The stranger looked not too much older than me - maybe a year or so?

"It's nice to really meet you Mykle, I'm James." he properly introduced himself. A small 'why' was all I could whisper in reply.

"I destroyed the ring, Mykle, because it was stopping you from achieving the ability that no monarch has yet seemed to find in themselves, knowing it is there. Cayden knows you might be able to unlock it, and saw it as a threat, so tried to prevent it." I didn't understand. I think my facial expression showed this.

"Prlnce, he probably never loved you. Cayden would have somehow found out that you were the missing prince, and then hatched a plan to stop you from finding the power monarchs hold. You're special, and he sees you as a threat." I couldn't believe what he'd just said.

Within a second, the room became so silent, you could hear a pin drop. Not even the breathing was loud. Tears began to swell in my eyes. What was a lie? What was the truth? Did he never love me? Did he always know? Why did he lie? What does he really want? How did I fall for it all? The first tear dropped. I felt an arm across my back, but all I could do was crouch lower to the floor, and hide from the world. 

"How dare he... liar!" I angrily muttered under my breath. I couldn't really be sure if what James had said was true, but to me it seemed very true.

"I HATE HIM!" I yelled, releasing my anger. My anger drove me to stand up and punch the wall. I expected to break my knuckles from doing so, but it was the wall who became injured. Somehow, I had left a fist-sized dent in the concrete.

"Wow..." I heard James whisper, "I bet you would have broken quite a few bones if you hadn't handed over that ring." 

What was that? My so-called power? Is this what being royal gave me?

"How?" I asked him, unable to undertsand why I had such an ability. 

"I will explain it to you later, prince. Now, you just need to conrol yourself again. You can't draw power from anger forever."