The Princess & the Bad Guy:Part ONE
Queen Avise set her ice blue eyes on the girl in front of her.
"How old?" She asked tiredly from her throne.
"Sixteen, ma'am." One of the knights holding her down answered.
She tapped her finger against her chin and thought. How would this one die? Lately she all seemed to be sentencing them to public hanging, and in all honesty it was getting quite boring. No sight for her. No blood.
"How should we murder this one, Alexx?" She asked, turning to her brother who was standing near by.
"And don't bore me. Be original." She added in a slow, deep tone.
"We could have the knights behead her and spill her blood on her village's streets. She wasn't good at all." He responded, smirking slightly through his warrior tanned face.
That was the deal that they made so long ago, the night she murdered the king and assumed her throne of Queen of the kingdom. She'd have all the pretty girls in the kingdom murdered, and rule the world, he'd do with the girls what he pleased first and get an unlimited supply of food. It really was so easy to please the boy, she thought. And it's a good thing too, because killing her brother would be, well, some how unfortunate, as he proved loyal to her all her life.
"I like it." Avise decided finally, setting her eyes on the strawberry blonde with small hazel eyes.
"The beheading is ordinary but the blood on the village gives it a twist, I am pleased, Alexx." She adressed him with eye contact, as she did with everybody.
Eye contact gave her power, and power was a very good thing.
The blonde squirmed in the knights' grasp, kicking and pleading and, as they always did, looking at Alexx.
"How could you let her do this to me?!?! Stop her!!" She screamed at him, hurt, fear, and confusion twisting into one big emotion on her face.
Ahh, Alexx, he always toyed with them, he was always the heart breaker.
"Can't hear you." He smirked, walking away, dissapearing as he always did at this hour.
What the Queen didn't know, what would have killed her, is where he wandered off to every day at three. Though his hour of absence never drew her attention or curiosity, the provided information would enrage her, make her eyebrows dart upwards and her forehead crivel into three enraged lines, causing wrinkles on her face she did all to much to avoid. It's a funny thing, how close they were, how close she imagined that they were, and here he was sneaking off to see the girl she so long ago banished, the one that he had saved from the worst death they had conquered, the beautiful, alluring, intriguing young princess.
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