My True Knight...

Once upon a time... there was a beautiful young girl, she imagined that becoming a princess would be more of a sport. She actually felt it deserved less obedience, it did not deserve the over rated attention that others had gotten. She made a vowel under a candle stick, "I will never abuse a princess, even myself. I will always stay Loyal; never treat it as a joke".

[Historical Fiction Contest]

Written By: Luke.

(The account we share with eachother <3)


6. The Plot to Eliminate a Butler

The Plan as in my diary; it was on a simple page, along with a simple plan.

Finally, morning had arrived; it was the next day of warmth and revenge. I could not wait to put my plan into action; I had even fallen asleep with the diary in my hands. The lovely warmth from my royal pillow also kept me excited. I just couldn’t wait to ruin this man’s life, it was so simple though.

I slowly leaned towards the wall; pulling myself up from the cosy bed I was attached too. I just wanted to go back to sleep; yet my plan was more important. It was my time for dominance, revenge and a whole lot more. Realizing that this plan can result in further disasters; I used this as an advanced way of affecting my father the king. His orders would no longer be needed.

The warm furry carpet between my toes; it felt so sensational. Before, leaving my room; I picked up my diary; took a deep breath, while slowly turning to the page with the plan. It did not take too long; I had finally found the page I was looking for. My feet felt a few tickles from the carpet; it managed to put a small smile on my face. I let a few giggles too; it reminded me of my childhood.

After treading through my carpet with my bare feet; it was time to go downstairs. Since the plan begun with downstairs; it was easier to just follow the ideas. More simple to just scan; through this diary; lowering my thoughts on a dangerous act. Slowly walking down the stairs; everyone must have been asleep, no sounds were heard from upstairs. A few loud snores from the middle floor; yet the rest of the castle were quiet.

I descended into the dungeons depths. Rats were scattering across the crumbled floors; trying to bite my toes. I managed to get to the centre of the dungeon. Realizing that the butler; was being spoken to by many of the guardians. This was going to be the time to spring the trap; the plan was now in action; it had now begun.

“Silence, by the kings orders; we shall follow thee; yet you broken a king’s oath. Do you really think you are going to be given a second chance peasant?” A guardian had spoken with an unholy voice.

“N-n-n-no, I thought I would be g-given a second chance; he needs to understand that his daughter; thee, she may betray the castle’s residents. Betray us all; do you not realize what danger we are all in!” The butler muttered, while shouting his last words.

“Ha-ha-ha, you’re so pathetic peasant; so dull, with an annoying voice. Your puny arms, what could they do? What could they really do to us guardians? Do you have any idea; what the king may have installed for you?” The guards had spoken at the same time while laughing demonically.

“I-I-I d-don’t care! Okay, I shall serve what thee have installed for me; I do not give such a response you wish for. I shall be the saint; you shall be the ones who go down for traits!” The butler screamed; while shaking in the chains. It sounded so delightful to my ears.

The sound of his screams satisfied me further; I loved every minute of him being tortured. Remembering that my plan needed to succeed; I had written a note; this note in my father’s hand writing; this will confirm the butler’s punishment. This will be his final breath; ha-ha-ha-ha.

I threw the note across the dungeon; hoping it would roll in their direction. Luckily it had landed near the butler. A guardian had spotted it; yet before he could grab it. The butler grabbed it with his bare feet; trying to read it before they could. How entertaining; he shall suffer more now.

“Hey! Leave that paper alone; by the kings orders you shall feel his wrath” a guardian said.

“N-n-no, this is a note; I know it’s a note! Please, please don’t read it, I beg you on behalf of my saint body!” The butler begged while trying to keep a grip with his feet.

One of the guardians kicked the butler in the legs; heavy steel armoured boots colliding with his weak legs. Ouch’ that must of hurt; yet it entertained me more. The butler squealed, trying to push the note out of sight using his feet. Until the guardian was sick of him; rapidly booting the butler in the groin. That must have been so painful; yet delightful to witness such a pathetic man in pain.

The guardians walked away; leaving the note outside the butler’s reach. They must be going on a break; maybe to alert the king of this written note. Stupid guards; it’s a kings oath to read behind his back. I guess; they followed orders, yet I would have just read it. So simple to read it; get away with it, getting away with murder may be difficult. Yet for me, it was a piece of cake.

Since the butler was left there; chained to a wall, while he gagged; spitting out dirt. His legs were bruised badly; tears begun to roll down his eyes. No guardians in sight; I took this as an opportunity to have some fun with the prisoner. The butler who had bossed me around far too much! I walked up the butler who was laying against the wall in agony. Hiding the sharp sword; behind my back.

Before I could speak to him; he had seen my in front of him. As he tried to scream for help; I placed my hands around his mouth. Stopping him from speaking; he was now quietly mumbling. Instead of holding my hand around his mouth for any longer; I tied my royal silk scarf around his mouth. Tightening it around his neck; it was painful enough to stop him from breathing. Yet I couldn’t care less; I wanted him to suffer.

“Well-well-well, seems you’re facing a true punishment; isn’t it great to be in power? A pathetic peasant like you, well you certainly come cheap. Father the king of the castle; no longer a problem in my plan. Thanks to you; with you rotting down here, father won’t know what hit him; will he...” I spoke while giggling. Holding the butlers head still; stopping him from shaking.

He mumbled; I could not understand anything he was saying; just him choking on the inside. His mouth was sealed shut; there was nothing he could do. Always going to be a failed, saint in my plan. Thanks to this jerk; I can now become a ruler, the true master of the castle. Queen or princess, either way I will be given a royal throne. 

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