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)

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5. The Princess And Her Father

Night was still in action; I needed to prepare for what would be Father and Daughter day...

“You make wise decisions; yet your mother, she never became so powerful” butler replied.

I watched him stand against my brick wall; his heart was beating in fear. Not only did it look obvious; I could feel him fearing me so easily. I held the sword by the rims; slowly lowering it next to my left hip. I gave him an evil look; my eyes were now focusing on him. He was going to be mine!

“Mother, ha; she was a fool to not too, if I was her back then; you would of been served on a stick!” I shouted; while not losing eye contact with him.

Every time I had said something; he was slowly moving towards the door. It was pretty slow to notice; yet he looked away from me, so it made it obvious once again. Finally, he had came to a conclusion; a decision of some sort. I watched him take a huge breath before letting it out on me.

“She were no fool; to thee, she was more of a character than your ever be!” The butler shouted; it was loud enough for father to hear his words from downstairs.

“Well; let’s just hope that you love chains and torture; because that’s where you’re heading” I whispered with a cheeky smirk.

He gulped; as we heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Finally, father had heard my cry for help; well more of the butlers, I laughed. Before I could shout back at the butler; father had approached my room, his face; well he certainly looked moody. That’s for sure...

“You peasant; How dare you; you thought you could go behind me? Behind my back; like some sort of snitch!” Father shouted; his voice was a lot louder than usual. Even the candles were almost going out.

“N-n-no, you don’t understand sir. You don’t understand that your daughter; she is mad with power sir; madder than ever b-b-before!” The butler screamed.

Father laughed; he could not even believe the butler. This made it much easier for me to take over; father was so reliable; so stupid, so dumb. He would fool for anything; made me wonder why he became a king with the intelligence of a brainless monkey.

“S-silence my daughter the princess of this castle; you think you can get my daughter into trouble!” Father shouted; as his cape flew back and forth from the winds entering the room.

This was perfect; time to put on an act, to keep this situation going. I wanted the butler to serve a tight punishment; not just a regular prisoner; I wanted him to suffer deeply.

“S-sir, you don’t understand... please listen to me!” The butler shouted; as he was being held by my father’s guardians. They were equipped with large steel axes; sharp enough to cut some ones head off clean, no blood spills what so ever.

I smirked while looking at the crying butler; watching him be dragged away to the dungeons. I hope he gets the chop; soon without him; I shall become the mighty ruler of this soon forbidden castle.

“Princess; I’m glad your okay, I really don’t understand thee; why would he try to scare you?” Father asked; while reassuring me, holding onto me like I’m his final daughter.

The hug was nice; yet it was too late for apologies, either way; he gives his throne to me; or I take it by force; one way or another. I am going to get what right-fully belongs to me!

“Father; I hope he gets the chop; I want that ban eliminated or fired; you decide” I whispered; while pushing father away from me.

“O-okay, I’m sorry for not being there for you sooner princess; it’s just, well I’m busy” father replied with a worried face expression on his face.

“Do I look like a damsel in distress?! Do I really mean anything to you” I shouted; while mumbling my last lines.

Father nodded; slowly backing away from me, he had closed my room’s door. I guess he could not take my true emotions, he was a terrible king; I wanted him to suffer as much as the butler. Instead of letting father decided the butlers punishment; I had plotted down a plan in my diary. This plan would allow me to decide the butler’s punishment. I could not wait until tomorrow.

“You’re so gullible; so dishonest with yourself father” I giggled; while getting into bed.

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