Daughter of Evil

Daughter of Evil - Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Allen’s POV

            You are the princess, and I am your servant.

            Destiny divided, pitiful twins.

            To protect you, for that,

            I shall become evil.

            That’s something, a small tune that’s always replayed in my head over and over again, since I was young, I would always sing it to myself.

Sometimes I don’t see the point of life. I just don’t understand why we even have to exist if all people do is argue and fight with each other.

            “Allen.” She calls.

            All people do is fight…

            You are the princess, and I am your servant.

            I walk down the corridor, the walls covered with many paintings and portraits of royalty and family members. I walk into her seating room where she sits upon her throne. I walk up to Rilliane, get down on one knee and bow.

            She is the princess, and yes, I am her servant, but it’s not what it looks to be.

            “What’s my agenda for today, dear Allen?” She asked.

             I stand up. “Well, first of all, breakfast shall be ready in a few minutes,” I said.

            She leaned forward. “Is it my favorite?” She asked.

            “Yes, m’lady.” I said.  

            “Crepes with strawberries cut triangularly?” I asked.

            “With the raspberry chocolate sauce!” I exclaimed.

            She giggled, and fanned herself with her golden fan with black feathers and black embroidery.

            “Oh, Allen, you always know what to say!” She squeaked.

            I smiled.

            If I made her happy, that would be all I need to be happy.

            “Shall we go to the breakfast hall?” I asked.

            “Indeed, we shall,” She said. And I took her by the arm and we walked down the corridors.

            The Princess, eh, I mean Rilliane, she wasn’t well, emotionally. Or at least our mother wasn’t well. I mean, her mother. Technically, she’s my mother. But, me and Rilliane, are twins, twins that were separated at a young age for selfish adult’s reasons.

            The queen, who is my mother, wanted a princess or queen to rule the country some day, NOT a prince. For decades women have been the prime rulers of Lucifenia, and Queen Lucifen wasn’t going to give that up and let her son take that away from the family, so at a young age, approximately 3, I was taken away, while Rilliane and I were playing in a meadow to go live with my current foster family, the Abbadonian’s, with my foster father Leonhart and my foster sister Germaine.

They said that in a sudden conflict during a war, I died.

But I can tell you I am surely alive.

I was then raised to be a servant at the palace.

Sometimes, I like to think that my birth mother felt guilt upon herself for deserting me, but she doesn’t care, probably.