The night was still of human activity, a full moon wrought with dullness. A molt surrounded the castle, drawbridge drawn, and everything hidden in dark forest. Bats squeaked, chasing down prey through a long symmetrical hallway, their sounds echoed through. Princess Gina walked quickly through the darkened hall wearing a small black common dress, toting around a small leather purse strapped to her hips. She stopped abruptly in front of a large wooden door, looked around, gripping the doorknob. She stood completely still as she pushed down on the bronze, slender piece of metal slowly pushing on the door just carefully enough to avoid its squeaking nature. Gina slipped through the door’s small opening, gradually closing it to its resting place.
The Princess rested her back on the wooden door as she scanned the dully-moonlit room. Fixating her eyes on the balcony, she began to walk towards it; eyes now glued to the floor to avoid stepping on loose items scattered about. She unhooked the latch that held the sliding balcony doors together. As the doors opened, a smooth coolness overcame Gina’s body. Her long brown hair blew lightly in the breeze. Gina caught her hair and pulled it back, twisting the long tail then wrapping it around itself to make a bun. The crisp air tingled the inside of Gina’s nostrils and shot back out of her slightly curved up nose. Balancing her weight on the banister with her hands and forearms, the Princess peered down the back of the castle into the molt then focused on the vast forest. She took a deep breath once more, turning back toward the door. Gina grabbed the right sliding door and pulled it to the center where the doors met to close, then stretched to get the left side pulling it and latching the doors shut again.
Princess Gina tiptoed over to the side of her Father’s bed in front of the door, pealing back the comforter. Her Father lied sideway’s facing the door directly to the side of his bed. From the purse, Gina pulled a small bottle of red poison accidently dropping the bag to the floor. The King turned over startling Gina; immobile until she was sure her father had not awaking from the purses echo. She began pulling and twisting on the cork of the bottle finally succeeding to pull it from its place. The cork barely made a sound upon disconnecting from the bottle. She placed the bottle on the medium wooden nightstand next to her.
Gently forcing her father’s thin, oval-shaped head toward the ceiling, Gina pressed her thumb and pointer finger into the middle of his cheeks hard with her left hand. She watched his lips part, creating a circular shape. Gina quickly raised her right hand with the bottle of red liquid and poured it into her father’s mouth, watching it disappear halfway through and placed her right hand over his mouth and pushing up on his jaw with her left hand to ensure he swallowed every bit of poison.
Gina’s eyelids lowered, now a vicious smile upon her face, and watched white foam begin to bubble between her hand and his mouth. She started to press down on his mouth, her veins showing in her wrist, as his arms began to twitch and soon his whole body shook violently. Before long, his body began to calm, laying lifeless on the surface of the bed.
The Princess lightly circled around the bed, walking toward the bathing room, and rinsing the foam and blood mix away from her hands. She hurried and exited the room with the same cautious stealth that she entered, glancing at her father’s lifeless body once more with that same vindictive smile.
