ROYALTY

Chapter 61

I tipped the glass on the dear little lady by his side. Oh I am sorry. I feigned innocence as I stood up again, tipping her glass on her. Clumsy me. I laughed as I walked towards the door, she grabbed me short of the distance and raised a finger pointing at me. Why you little- She was cut short as screams filled the air. Her screams to be specific, I looked down at the object on the floor. Not giving it even a second thought. You were saying? I asked her looking at her horrid face, a finger short.

tsk tsk tsk, you know I never really liked you Gianna, I always thought you to good for yourself. I knew right from the moment you walked in the front door that you were a miserable little chit, daddys little girl. To bad the great Esmeralda cannot save you now. Stepping on the halfblooded finger that lay motionless on the floor, I took so much pride knowing that I heard the crunch of bones. I am filling a bit generous, why you can ran away look yourself up as the spinster that came after the prince but ended up leaving with a bloodied finger shot. Oh no Gianna, no man would want someone like you after all I should have your head on a platter for treason. You do have a fine head as a matter of fact.

She looked at me, then back to at the servant then at Donovan that did not bother to lift up a finger then back at me again. I believe your carriage is waiting for you miss. You would not want to die a slow but yet painful death from the excessive bleeding? It was the guard that had cut her finger off that had spoken. Seeming amused with his manners I made a mocking bow to the daughter of the great man. My lady I spat with nothing more than loathing. The door is that way. She made for it but I stopped her, blocking her way. Do clean this up, I have had enough of blood ruining my rugs. They are quiet expensive. She pushed past me getting more blood on herself than was necessary and fainting just by the door.

Over dramatic are we not. I said, Why waste smelling salts on her when she will do is faint yet again, do take her to his lordship and pass on my greetings. With a flick of a hand, a servant grabbed the still prone lady off the floor leading her to a less than pleasant and uncomfortable carriage. All those guilty of treason will face a far worse death. The glare I sent Donovan made him smile.

If I can help it. I am king, He said standing up. Your imagination has but a few more days, enjoy it while it lasts. I stopped as I felt the air that accompanied the flying knife, just landing a few meer inches away from me. I pulled it out and admired the lovely little designs by the side. Funny how I had grown up all my life and failed to notice the little things within.

You were always bad at taking aims, even as a little child. I can teach you if you want, but unfortunately for you, I do not waste my time on half-witted brains such as yourself. Turning about the room I threw back the knife at him, it landed just next to his head, throwing of the crown he had worn. Pathetic are we not? Grabbing the knife that had almost taken his ear out, he pulled on it with more than enough hatred. One day I promise you will put you in your place, five feet below ground. He spat, sending the contents of the table scattering to the floor.

Funny how those where exactly my thoughts. Well except that I want to have your head on a platter before the five or six feet thing. Silence filled the room, one that spoke the unspeakable, my mind went back to him how he had trusted the foul that stood right in front of me, how they were the best of friends. You know I should have ended you to, it would have made my highlight. brushing his hand against his smooth skin he spoke. Having killed the three biological children of the king, tsk tsk tsk, all this would have been mine I took at sit far enough from him.

Let us emphasis on would have, as it is, it is a would have been. Raising a glass of water to my lips I said. Cheers to the bastard that claims to be kings. Cheers to the bastard that is indeed a bastard. Cheers to the bastard, My voice hardened and he smiled, he knew why my mood had changed who killed my brother and my lover. Dropping a jacket over his broad shoulders and straightening his hair, he placed his crown on his head. And cheers to the bastard that killed the princess.

He said, a smile craving his lips as he held onto his walking stick. Oh yes cheers to the bastard that did kill the princess, as she is dead and this is a new version of her. I bet him to the door, taking time and walking seductively, I was half way through when I said. Oh and Donovan, if your looking for whom to use to satisfy that thing in your pants, there are more than enough whores in a brothel, leave the maids all alone.