The princess left the war council with a bored and withdrawn look on her face. To anyone watching and to anyone who ask she would say she was bored of them and the long hours she spent at the meetings, but, she was to be married to the prince and wanted to please him with her knowledge so she insisted to remain in her seat. But, beneath her mask of calm during the council, her heart was fuming with rage and hate as every death was reported. She hated the war with the rebels and would do anything thing to make it end, to re-instate peace and unity to the country she was the princess of, and to be queen of. She walked calmly and gracefully to her quarters and shut the door lightly behind her. Her long flowing green dress almost becoming jammed in the door. She sat on her bed and pulled the pins from her silk black hair, letting it fall messily around her face, hitting the locks out of her eyes and pushing them over her ears. She suddenly ripped off one of her sparkling shoes and threw it at the door, letting her rage show on her face now that she was alone. She would make a speech tomorrow. Demanding the rebellion give itself up and stop pointless bloodshed. To allow peace to fill the streets again. She undid the clasps on her dress and let it fall to the floor. Kicking of her other shoe, as she undid the onyx necklace around her neck, the one matching the belt of her dress so perfectly, and decided, it, the dress, and the other jewellery would be disposed of. She had worn it once. She would not let herself be seen in it again.
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Treachery
FantasyTy has always wanted to help the rebellion win against the sun empire. He has had to work under the cruel bratty princess for almost a year now, but when he is summoned to serve under the famous Grimlock himself, he finds that working for an evil pr...
