Papillon

Murderous by Amanda

It was never enough just to see her once a day, when she would deliver the loaves of bread to the royal kitchen. Every day, without fail, she entered the palace gates with the delivery from the bakery. Prince Adrien never missed her coming, he would wake up early just to catch a glimpse of her face.

It all began many years before, when Prince Adrien was only thirteen years old. He saw the young girl wondering around the palace with two heavy baskets in each hand; a tired, panicked expression on her face.

She fell over from the weight, spilling the fresh loaves of bread all over the floor. But instead of scolding the clumsy girl, the prince immediately ran out and helped her up while offering to carry one of the baskets.

That was when Adrien saw her face for the first time, her sky-blue eyes immediately caught his attention. They matched her unusual, dark, blue hair; but Adrien thought it was lovely, especially how she had it tied in two pig tails. She stared back at him, the moment lasting longer then expected.

"I uh- was j-just trying to find the kitchen," she stammered.

He picked up both baskets and smiled at her "I'll show you where it is, it isn't far from here."

After a couple of moments, the young girl cracked a smile and followed him down the hall. Adrien could sense that she was scared, embarrassed and shocked, but he somehow felt a special connection with her.

They hadn't gone very far when they were stopped by palace guards. Adrien stood up to order them away, but the king himself was behind them.

"Adrien, what are you doing? You aren't supposed to be roaming the halls with a peasant girl." he waved off the girl with his hand.

"Father, I'm just helping her. She's not doing any harm—"

"Unlike you she gets paid to do her job, and if she can't manage it then she needs to be replaced."

Adrien frowned as he handed the girl back her baskets, he sighed and gave her an apologetic smile, but she was already shaking with fright. The girl bowed slightly and muttered a quick apology before running away.

Adrien watched her go, he wanted to run after her, but he was already in enough trouble.  If only his father hadn't gotten in the way, he would've made a new friend. 

He didn't even get to catch her name.

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Five years later he still felt the same way about the girl from the bakery. No matter how many parties he went to, or how many young women he met, none of them had the same qualities he saw in the ravenette. And now that he was nearing the age of marriage, he would have to choose very soon.

But he had to marry someone of wealth or royalty, it was a tradition that his father claimed to be sacred. The baker's daughter wasn't even upper-middle class, there was no way he could ask for her hand.

Unless...

The king was dead.

Therefore giving the king title to Adrien, and he could break that particular custom and make new laws. He could even break the chain of a monarchy, and start a democracy on his own. Unfortunately Gabriel wasn't old yet, and he could never die with his countless body-guard system.

But even though Gabriel was strict with his son, he still trusted him. Adrien was the only person allowed in his room at night without an escort, since Adrien used to have terrible nightmares as a child. If only he could sneak into his room and strangle Gabriel in his sleep—

No. He couldn't do it. He wouldn't do it. He wasn't that type of man.

But then again, it wasn't like he was killing for power, he was doing it for love. He was doing it for the girl that he had fallen for many years before, he couldn't let his father stand in the way.

But what if she didn't feel the same way about him? What if she found out what he had done? What if she was already in a relationship? What if she wasn't the same girl he fell in love with five years ago?

Watching her walk in and out of the palace every morning was making him go crazy. He wanted her so badly yet she was out of reach. His anger towards his father only grew: the anger of being pushed aside, the anger of being sheltered from the world, the anger of being blocked from his love.

He couldn't take it. He would do anything just to go and talk to her, just to feel her warm hands, just to look into those beautiful blue eyes.  He felt like he was under a terrible spell, and he could only conclude it was true love.

Who knew love could give birth to something so ugly?

Two years later he had made up his mind, he couldn't live like this anymore. He had been trapped in the palace for too long, and there was no way to escape without a fight.

But who could kill their own father? Who would do such a thing if there was a chance that he wouldn't gain anything from it? King Gabriel hadn't noticed the change in his son's behavior, he thought his son's short-temper was just a phase.

It was too late when Adrien appeared in his bedroom one night, with his crown in one hand and a sword in the other. Gabriel stared at his son in horror as Adrien stomped up to him, a look of insanity in his eyes.

Adrien lifted the sword high above his head, he could feel the guilt rise in his stomach as the sword cut through the air. 

But it was his love or his father, and Adrien didn't find it very hard to choose.

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A/N

This is crazy, but I tried. I might delete this later.