48 hours to fall in love

Part 51

The princess left the room and went to her bedroom, she was tired of everyone telling her that she could not be queen, when she was the true heir to the throne because of her age. Being in her room she observed a framed photograph that rested on the bedside table, in the photograph could be seen Vilma and Greta, maybe at that time she was nine and Vilma was five years old. Greta took the photograph in her hands and threw it on the floor, the glass scattered all over the room, she picked up the photograph with care not to hurt herself, however, a small glass pierced her hand, causing a small wound, a drop of blood fell on the photograph. Greta grabbed the picture in her hands, and with fury, broke it in two, thus separating her and her sister. Perhaps it was just a broken photograph and nothing more, but no, for her it represented the definitive rupture of friendship between her and Vilma.

-I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, you took everything from me, I hate you," Greta whispered to the piece of photograph with Vilma's image, as tears emanated from her eyes.

Greta had broken inside, now nothing and no one could repair her.

The day of the royal ball had arrived. They invited the wealthiest inhabitants of the kingdom, and some middle class inhabitants, all were very excited to see Princess Greta dance with Prince Smuel of Surilot, who had been invited along with his parents.

-Good afternoon, inhabitants of the kingdom of Empress, I am very proud to have your presence today, as you all know this dance will be in honor of my daughter, Princess Greta, who, after being kidnapped for twelve years, has returned to us -said King Fabius, with the microphone.

All the guests applauded in a festive manner.

-With you, Princess Greta, more beautiful than ever," the king introduced her, and Princess Greta descended the enormous marble staircase.

All the inhabitants of the kingdom admired her beauty, her beautiful wavy brown hair, her beautiful almond-shaped eyes, her rosy cheeks, her perfect hips. She wore a beautiful sky blue dress that made her look wonderful, in fact, it created the illusion that instead of walking, she levitated.

Greta took the microphone that her father gave her.

-Good afternoon, kingdom of Empress, I am Princess Greta," said the princess to all the inhabitants, who cheered her effusively.

So, the dance began, the DJ played a soft and slow tune.

David, full of embarrassment and insecurity, took Queen Vilma's hand. She, indifferent, allowed him to take her hand and lead her to the ballroom, and they joined the other couples on the dance floor. No one knew where to put their eyes, whether on Greta and her wonderful escort, Prince Smuel, or on Vilma and her husband, King David. Both couples were dancing beautifully, in fact, had Vilma not been angry with her husband, she probably would have praised his dance steps, so clean and subtle.

Isabel approached Fabio and looked at him boldly.

-May I have this piece, your majesty? -she asked.

-Of course I do, my love.

Isabel took Fabio's hand and led him to the dance floor, it had been some years since they had danced together and Fabio's clumsy steps showed it.

-Just relax, my love, and let me guide you," she said in a sensual voice.

Fabio obeyed. He always loved it when his wife was the one giving the orders. However, the next thing he noticed in the distance perplexed him, he saw a lady Greta on the balcony, on the dance floor, and pulling from the back of her dress a beretta pistol. Fabio made Isabel stop.

-My love, please stop.

-What's wrong? -She wanted to know, surprised.

-Look," he said, pointing to the balcony.

On the balcony, Princess Greta could be seen raising her gun to the sky, and shooting at the ceiling to get the attention of all the guests.

-Now that I have your attention, let me assassinate someone who has made my life miserable since I returned. And that person is... -said Greta, as she waved the gun mockingly at all the guests who were paralyzed with fear.

Princess Greta stopped the gun on Vilma. And pulled the trigger. In a fleeting moment, as the bullet tore through the air and headed for the queen's chest, a quick-witted David stepped between the bullet and his beloved. The next thing that happened happened all too quickly. A crowd trying to flee as fast as possible from the castle. A king lying on the ground with blood pouring out of his chest. A queen weeping over the body of her husband. A princess Vilma coming down the stairs in search of Vilma.

-Nobody shoot, she is my daughter, nobody shoot," ordered Isabel, terrified at the sight of her daughter, Princess Greta coming down the marble staircase with the gun in her hand.

Isabel watched Vilma, crying her eyes out over David's still alive body, trying uselessly to stop the blood from gushing out.

-Vilma, run! -shouted her father, seeing how Greta was running towards Vilma, this time she wouldn't miss.

Vilma, knowing that if David managed to recover he would like to find her alive, stood up and ran as fast as she could, on the way she left her heels, but she didn't care, now the priority was to protect her life from a Greta who had completely lost her mind. Greta, while chasing her sister, a guard stood between her and her path, he knew he could not shoot her, but he could give Vilma more time to flee. Greta, consumed by the thirst for revenge, shot the guard in the head, killing him instantly.

-Who else dares to stop me? -Greta shouted, enjoying her moment of revenge as never before.

Isabel and Fabio were hiding behind some guards, watching as their daughter Greta chased Vilma with the gun, feeling helpless that they could do nothing to protect a defenseless Vilma.

-Guards, please call an ambulance," asked Fabio, in desperation.

-Of course, sir, right away.