Yesterday, the visitor couldn't stand outside the window. Today they can. I wonder if tomorrow they'll be able to turn the doorknob. And if the day after, they'll watch me sleep, waiting for the day they could get close enough to strangle me.
It's been two weeks since I first saw them on the other side of the pool. They stare at me for hours, moving only to come closer a meter. Everyday, for the past fifteen days.
That night in the clearing, they didn't move. Didn't speak. Didn't so much as blink. Just stared. As the shock left me, and my frozen limbs began to thaw, I called out to them. They did not respond. I ran.
I slept far from the new clearing, up in a tree where they wouldn't follow. The next day, I went about pretending nothing had happened. I know creatures dwell in this forest. After all, I am one of them. The figure didn't have to have been sent by my parents, I bargained. The theory had sprung into my mind as I ran that night and would not leave me be. It could have just been a predator and I had imposed on it's territory. Soon, I was proven to be mistaken.
First, they stood a kilometer away, nothing showing of them but their glimmering eyes. Then, their hood came into view. Slowly, day by day, I could make out the color of their robes, not black but deep green, blending into the thicket. Gradually, wrinkles spider webbed across their pale skin. One step closer, everyday, for fifteen days.
Why didn't they just attack me full on? Why didn't they watch closer from the beginning? Why wait a fortnight before they could stand outside my door?
By the start of week two, I recognized them. Advisor to their Majesties, Master of Illusions. Master of Torture. I liked to call him 'Master of Creepiness' back then.
No, there was no doubt that the monster whose face is nearly plastered to my window at the moment, eyes no longer staring but boring into my soul, was sent by dear old Mom and Dad.
After all, he was theirs to command. Their Majesties. King and Queen of the Earthlands of Faerie.
The very place I'd fought tooth and nail to escape. He has come to return me. Or kill me in the process, I know. For I am a 'disgrace'.
I am not a lost princess. I am not even a runaway princess. I am no princess at all.
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Short Story"I am not a lost princess. I am not even a runaway princess. I am no princess at all." The heir to the Earthlands of Faerie has disappeared. No, she has run away. She roams the secluded forest known as 'The Wood'. Did she really think she could esca...
