A Princess Named Harry

Chapter 34

It had been a day just like any other. The sky was clear and sunny, and it was warm outside. It was a beautiful day, but Kahil was unable to enjoy it.

"You impudent brat!"

He was struck across the face and knocked down.

The one who was screaming at him was his teacher, Margret Dane, a count's lowly daughter.

She was born as an illegitimate child and was shunned by her whole family. That made her grow up to hate the noble society. She eventually ended up becoming a teacher for the noble children. She enacted her revenge through them with her very cruel and abusive teachings. She used fear to silence the children; however, she met her match with Kahil.

She could not control him using fear, but she was lucky. After all, the crown prince's father, the most powerful man in the kingdom, did not care about what happened to his only son.

Kahil, who now had a skinned knee and busted lip from his teacher, was angrily glaring at her. His expression gave her much satisfaction.

"What?" she asked. "Going to cry?"Her mouth twisted into a psychotic grin. "Go on ahead and cry, but nobody will care if you do." She paused and added, "Although, nobody cares about you even if you don't."

Kahil couldn't refute her because it was true, but he still returned the insult. "So what? Nobody cares about you, either. You're just the illegitimate daughter of a once great count."

He sat up and wiped the blood from his lips onto his sleeve. Then he looked up at her with the same psychotic smile plastered on his face. "What's wrong? Are you going to cry?"

Margret's smile fell, and she was instantly filled with rage. Kahil stood up and began to walk around while he continued to mock her. "You said nobody cares about me, and that's true, but it doesn't matter if they care because I am the crown prince. One day, I will become the king. It doesn't matter if they like me or not because I will have authority over them. Even if they don't like me, they'll still have to do as I command."

He looked at her with a seemly sympathetic expression. "But what about you? The woman who has both a disgraceful count and a lowly servant's blood running through her veins. People may not like me, but at least I'm not an illegitimate child like you."

Kahil's words were like lighter fluid on gas. He had succeeded in gaslighting her, but the price for that was receiving all the anger-filled blows that Margret threw at him.

She beat him relentlessly, but she was an expert. She knew the limits of children, of how much they could take before they break. However, the thing about Kahil was that no matter what she did to him, she couldn't break him.

She held her whip tightly in her hand and huffed, "Let's end things here for today."

"Why?" Kahil asked coughing up some blood in the process. "Afraid that you'll break your favorite plaything?"

Margret stared down at the small boy and laughed, "That's right, you know I wouldn't want that. Ah, you are truly a frightening child." Her smile fell, and all that was left was an empty expression. "But frightening or not, you're still just a child. Now as I said before, we're ending things here for today."

She concealed her whip in her bag and headed towards the door. She was almost out, but then she stopped and turned around.

"Oh, yes!" she cheerfully exclaimed. She suddenly had the biggest grin on her face. "I almost forgot! Your little sister will be starting her lessons with me soon too! I can't wait to see if she is as amusing as you are!"

Just like how Kahil was skilled at manipulating and gaslighting people, so was she.

"You!" he raged. "You better not lay a single finger on her!"

She had successfully lit the match, and Kahil was giving her the reaction she desired.

"Well, now, Prince, I will see you next week! I hope your wounds heal up nicely before then!"

Kahil grit his teeth and clenched his fists. "You hear me?" he shouted, but she ignored him as she headed down the hallway.

He was left all alone in the now dark room. He punched the door violently. Margret's lessons were only once a week; she kept her schedule like this for a reason. It was so that she could let the children's wounds from the previous lesson heal somewhat, and then she could reopen them on her next visit.

This not only made it hard for them to heal but also brought her great pleasure. Since he had been one of her students for a while now, Kahil knew this, which was why he couldn't let his little sister become one of her students no matter what.