The Lost Princess

XVII

Ashlyn

I sit in the garden, playing with a lily. It had been a week since Queen Ana's funeral. Peter was still in the Virgin Isles and wouldn't return home for a while.

"May I accompany you, princess?" a familiar voice asks. I turn to see Alan, a stable boy.

I nod and he sits next to me, "Are you alright, princess?"

I sigh, "Yes Alan." Alan smiled and placed his hand next to me. I stare at it for a while, as it creeps closer and closer to me. Soon, it is next to my leg.

"You know, princess, I was thinking that we had so much in common, you see.." With every word, his hand crept closer and closer to my body.

"Alan?" I ask, my voice wavering. He grabs my hand and pulls me on his lap. I shriek at his sudden action. He grabs my breasts and I push him off of me. He growls and slaps me across my face, leaving a burning red mark. I scream and he turns me around and holds my neck.

"No need to fret, princess. I'm here," he crazily remarks. I punch him and try to run. He growls and rips off a portion of my dress. I run through the castle before I am met with a wall of muscle.

Peter

"Ashlyn!" I say before helping her up. I gasp at her state. She has a red handprint on her face, she has small scratches on her legs, and part of her dress was ripped, "What happened?"

"Oh Peter! It was Alan, he tried to touch my breasts and lay a kiss on my lips. But I refused and he became sadistic. He pulled me on his lap and slapped me as I tried to run. He held my neck and I punched him. As I ran, he ripped of a piece of my dress. He tried to rape me!" She sobbed to me. I felt rage and fury in my heart.

"Where. Is. He."

Ashlyn looks up at me. I usually do not get angry at people, but how DARE he try to rape a princess. Especially my princess.

"He should be in the garden.." Ashlyn says softly.

"GUARDS!" I bark. Several guards run up to me. I stare at them, "Find Alan and take him to the cells. Now."

The guards run to the garden and retrieve Alan. He was screaming so loud that the other royals came from their rooms. As Alan was dragged towards us, Ashlyn clang to me. Alan walks past us, "Stupid b*tch!" He spits at Ashlyn's feet. I raise my hand and throw a heavy punch at Alan.

He stagger back, blood spewing from his nose. The guards grabbed him and continued to drag him away. Ashlyn still clung to me, in a daze. "Come on, Ashlyn. We must get you to the doctor."

She nods and staggers through the hallway. Halfway through, I lift her bridal style and carry her to the doctor's room. Her head nozzles in my chest.

The doctor says she was ok. I am grateful that she is okay because I love her.