"your life will be ruined."
"if i am with you, how could that be possible?"
this story is purely fiction, with all characters also being fictional.
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(TW: mention of blood, abuse)
The beginning of summer was great for many things, especially for the young princesses who wished to venture far beyond the village and explore whenever they were allowed their free time.
But the start of late sunsets and clear skies meant one thing for everyone in the castle and the village - it was tax collection season.
The taxes which the poor people paid for reasons widely unknown, for they had been partially lied to for years.
Dallia watched as her father spoke with the tax collectors, their eyebrows furrowing in concentration as they noted his words, which she assumed to be the lies they should feed the people.
"What's this?" Her voice echoed the halls as the king turned to look at his daughter.
His oh so curious daughter. The one who questioned things unnecessarily, the one who took her mother's morals and ran with them, not seeming like her fathers daughter.
"The princess is very inquisitive," the king chuckled, turning to face the girl as he left the men standing. He took her arm carefully, walking to down the hall. "Did I call upon you, Dallia?"
"No," she answered plainly, earning a glare from her father as she straightened up, correcting herself. "No, you did not, father."
"Then I must ask, why are you here?" He replied, the girls nostrils flaring up slightly as she loosened her arm from her fathers grip.
"I should be old enough and sensible enough in your eyes to know what's going on," the princess replied, glancing up at her father.
"Old enough and sensible enough are two different things," he noted slowly. "And you are both, my dear. But this is something the king must do alone."
She watched as he walked away with one swift motion, the sound of the heel on his shoes was enough to make the girl grimace, her hands clenching by her sides.
"How do you expect me to take your place?" Dallia asked finally, the hall falling silent. "If you walk away when I ask what is required of me the day you are no longer king?"
The king turned on his heels once more, his walk held a particular pace that should have made the princess worry - but she didn't fear his brutal hand, she feared his morals.
"Today, we shall collect taxes from the villagers which they will supply out of fear for their incarceration," he starts, the girls face dropping.
His hand comes up to sit on the princess's face, his eyes were dark, but Dallia wasn't sure if they were much different than usual.
A hand slowly creeped to grab the girls ear harshly, her body almost crippling over as he held the lobe and helix between his fingers, her face turning slightly red.
