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A shrill scream could be heard in the depths of the castle. Deep within the dungeons stood the Princess.
She wore a thin white gown, her hair flowing down her back. Blood stained her dress as more pleas and cries were heard.
The cries belonged to that of a man, who hasd sealed his fate the moment he had taken action in believing he could bed the Princess using force.
The smile plastered upon the Princess's sweet face was unrecognizable. It was wicked and cruel. One would believe she was possessed, or insane. She? Never! That was an absurd thought indeed! She, the Princess? Insane? How could that ever be true? Yet, it was. She was just as wicked and cruel as a mad man. Yet, she found no reason to deny it. After all, what she does is the very proof of her insanity.
How could she not love the thrill of one's voice box shatter? Their screams echoing off the dungeon walls. She loved it. She cherished it. It was somewhat thrilling and soothing to her all in the same.
Amara smiled widely as the screams turned to sobs. To pleads and begs. She stared down at the weeping body that of a man.
How pathetic, she thought. How is that one man would throw his life away for this? For the pain he knew would sure to come. Did he desire this? Did she give him what he wished? No, for he would not have been begging for the pain to stop. He would have smiled and begged for more, would he not?
As she peered down at the weeping man, she felt no pity. He had brought this apon himself. Tell her she might be wrong, and you might end with the same fate.
She waited for a moment, unsure to continue his punishment, or solely give him his final fate.
With a wave of her hand, she signaled the guard she wished for him to kill the man before her feet. With a nod of understandment, she turned and walked away from the now screeching man.
How pitiful.
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The very next morning, the Princess woke to a subtle knock on her door. "Come in." Amara stated, unpleased she was woken from her peaceful slumber.
A rather petite maiden walked in the room. Her name was Angela, for she was a sweet and elegant young woman who served the Princess on a daily basis.
Angela found that serving the Princess rather well, as she was one of the many the Princess had shown kindness and gratitude to. She was, might I say, honored to be in the eyes of Princess Amara.
After all, Amara had saved her. Had caused her not to die in that very starvation and abuse she was going through as a young child. Angela would forever be grateful. So, she showed her gratefulness in work.
Angela was not just a mere maid who served the Princess, but knew of the activities Amara took place in. Yet, she decided not to judge the Princess. Mentally or physically.
Angela stalked forward, tray in hand, and said with an ever so kind voice, "Good morning your highness. I have prepared your morning activities, such as your bath, clothing, and your breakfast menu." Amara smiled. "Thank you, Angela." Amara said with that very kindness Angela had given her.
Angela placed the tray, which had a small set of tea utensils, in the Princess's bedside table. "Will that be all, Princess Amara?" Angela asked politely, to which Amara denied.
Angela bowed, and quickly left the room so that the Princess could have her peace.
As Angela left, Princess Amara's smile fell. It was not that she was unhappy, or upset in any way, it was merely that she found no reason to smile whilst alone.
Amara stood from her warm bed, ignoring the tea, and stalked towards the window which overlooked the town below.
As she peered through the window, she could see many town's people scattering about. Moving from place to place, and greeting one another.
It was peaceful, yes, but it missed something entirely. What it missed, Amara was completely unsure of.
Amara sighed, there was no use in trying to figure it out, as she knew she would never find the answer she seeked. It was a hopeless case.
The Princess turned her back from the window and sighed. This might be a long day...
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