On a night of gloominess and thunder, the smiling Princess was dancing in the magnificent throne room.
Skipping, twirling and happy as could be, her simple white dress flared out with each turn, as her long ebony hair swept gracefully behind her. The king led the princess in the beautiful dance, whilst the queen sat quietly on her throne with amusement written on her face evident in the way the eyes crinkled.
Looking at her daughters feet she chuckled at the frequent clumsiness in the princess steps.
The throne room had been a joyous place and watching them dance had always been an ordeal that had gone between father and daughter on the eve of the week.
With a bellowing push of the throne room doors black figures with silver swords silently attacked.
The guards immediately on the defence met with a clash, it seemed like a blur. Shocked and rattling in fear, the Princess froze as the King and Queen lay staring at the ceiling, whiteness covering their eyes as she helplessly ran. With a glimpse of the distant mirrors across the room, the princess hid from the shadowed man of which was the source of it all.
Within his deathly grip, the blade reflected the present, past and unknown future as it shone in the princesss eyes. With the crest above her head fallen, all that once stood was littered on the floor, as the iron muscles flesh dripped crimson.
The princess cowered in the corner as a damsel in distress, waiting for her true prince charming to come and rescue her. The kingdom that was her home and safe hold, now crumbled at the feet of her supposed Prince Charming who was to have saved her.
The Prince who was charming, comforting and attractive not so long ago, now looked around the throne room with monstrous eyes, dominating stance, blood stained silk and a sneer that was not so charming.
He spoke sinisterly as he walked around the room, as the last black figure looked back at the destruction to then disappear.
Look little princess, as your kingdom crumbles. How mightily have you fallen off your pedestal that once stood so grand. So gullible and naive have you been to be deceived by me, he said, as he laughed so frightfully the walls shook. With the blade high he continued,
Princess, your family crests reign has ended and has left you hiding with no honour and no one to save you.
Stopping, the Prince turned on his heel as his piercing eyes found the princess, tucked in the corner. With all the weight of defeat that seemed to be hanging heavily off the princess shoulders, she ran and ran, through the palaces corridors.
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The Crestfallen
Mystery / Thriller{COMPLETED} : - ) Sitting underneath that Oakwood tree, with the princess still happily as can be. As she looks to Prince unaware of his true form, does she sit staring at her Prince charming. who will sweep her off her feet - as this is what she b...
