Once Upon A Royal Matrimony

32. better off dead

Adalina Salvatore

For a long while, I believed I was better off dead. Blood on my skin and agonizing pain invaded all my senses. I found comfort in those. And, yet here I was fighting to survive on the verge of death. Pathetic.

Being human was hypocritically fascinating.

" You don't deserve the throne. You're not worthy of the crown. " he hissed, cutting his blade a tad deeper into my throat.

I believed him, I really did. He knocked the crown off my head and I watched it fell to ground before bouncing off to the nearest corner. My head felt a thousand pound lighter and like the curse was broken, all the pressure in the world lifted off my shoulders.

I almost felt free except I was being held at a knife point by this serial killer con artist. Fucking son of a gun.

" I'm certainly worth way more than you. Pray tell how much did they pay you to take my life? " I hummed, welcoming the stinging pain like an old friend.

" This isn't about money, your highness. It's a matter far much greater than that. I'm simply doing the whole country a favor. Because princess, with your blood prince by your side you are going to rule us into hell. " he explained while his little friend tied up Zach and dragged him to God knew where.

" Tell me whatever exactly did I do to make you despise me so much? " I rolled my eyes.

The sharp blade was in my throat and I felt it to my very bone as he pressed it even harder in. A hiss threatened to escape my mouth as the pain was getting stronger by the seconds. I stared down at the blood that was dripping down my dress and his hand. I closed my eyes, refusing to please his enthusiasm because I knew he would enjoy seeing me in pain. I refused to give him or anyone of his kinds the slightest bit of pleasure so I bit down my lips.

" You are not the rightful heir. " he muttered under his breath.

" I'm the King's only daughter. If not me, who then? Are you implying that my father has a bastard son before me? "

Hell, even the thought alone was painful enough. My father he couldn't, would not.

His response was a wicked chuckle that sent shivers down my spine. He tugged me forward and started to lead me down the empty hallway. " I can't wait to have your blood on my hands. " he chuckled humorlessly.

I stopped in my track. The side of my lips quirked up into a slight smile as I brought my hand up and wrapped it around his. I pushed the blade deeper in, " Kill me then. "

His whole body stilled behind me and his choke hold around my neck loosened along with the grip his had on the blade. I took full advantage of his mistake and threw my head backward with full force, hitting him square in his face. I turned around and swung my fist up, punching his throat just as he lost his stance, stumbling back groaning at his bloody nose.

The bloodied knife dropped from his hand to ground and I stepped forward, kicking him down. I cringed at the sound of my dress tearing apart. God I loved this dress.

His hands fumbled down his pants to look for something. I cursed under my breath and kicked it away, stabbing it to the ground with my heel.

The world was spinning then as I continued to bleed out. I stared at the light at the end of the corridor through my hazy eyes. The ball room seemed so far away that I highly doubted no one would hear me. But, heck I didn't even think I could scream for help right now.

I was truly alone, on my own. I stomped on his jaw so hard that he lost his consciousness before walking away to pick up the knife. My fingers barely brushed against it when I was yanked backwards by my hair. Talked about horrible timing. The universe must be laughing at my misery right now. Fuck me.