DISCLAIMER: I KNOW I'M USING ADAM LAMBERT AS THE PRINCE. I'M SORRY HE JUST FITS THE FIGURE. OK???? LEAVE ME ALONE.  i also have NO originality.

The chef ran through the night, clutching the son of the assassinated king, his hand weaved around the young mans chest. The Prince's features were sharp, lips plump and round, as should any part of royalty should. His grey eyes stopped people in their tracks- from the mans' beautiful physique. His voice was gold, though, now its shriek sounded more like a fork scraping against a plate, muffled from the gag covering his mouth.
Adam, the prince, was being violently dragged to the kitchen, the black cloth tie irritated his skin bruised and bloody, He had the clue of a butcher knife pressed against his stomach, as well as the chefs sweat dripping on Adams pale complexion and in his sleek  black hair, telling him that he to would be killed and eaten just as his father.
" Beauty is a delicacy, Adam, my sweet prince." Flew out a raspy voice, giving a terrifying emphasis on the word 'sweet'.. Those words brought shivers down the Young princes spine, a spear of anxiety through his heart, as he tried to scream for help- the gag still muffling his cries. Adams perfectly arched brows quickly became flat and screwed to the middle with fear of being murdered as he is thrown into a cold, metal cabinet and locked in. Adam pushed his wavy hair back and out of his face, frantically looking for a way out, a weapon maybe. There was none to be found.