The Princess's Blood

Prologue

 Before we start just a few thing y'all need to know: 1. Thanks for reading!! You guys rock!!! 2. Please comment and vote. Constructive criticism is welcome, please do not just tell me how much you hate me and my book. You have better things you can be doing. Just move on. 3. If you know how to use Google Translate, please do on any names that seem like they aren't in English. Most of the names in this book have a meaning. (Don't include people's last names) 4. This is my second or third take on writing this book, but I don't know if it is going to be my last or not. Sorry I'm such an indecisive mess, but I'm still learning about writing, so I might reread this in a little while and decide I hate it so I'm going to completely redo it again. 5. Do not expect a sequel. If I feel like it needs it, I might add one, but I'm not planning on it. 6. Again, just thank you so much, I can't believe why you would want to read this, but you are an amazing human being.

Everything in the town was completely perfect. Too perfect. White bricks with no crumbling edges. Window panes and trim painted to match beautiful doors. Every color was pale, and pastel, with no vibrancy or character. It didn't seem real. No people could actually live in a place like this, and it seemed no one did. The whole place sat in complete silence. There was no creak of a wagon wheel, no clomp of a horse's hoof, no footsteps except my own quiet ones.

At the end of the street I saw it. A house even more perfect than the rest. It was as bigger  than any house I had ever seen, but obviously one painted in pure white. Just like others, the curtains were closed, so you couldn't see what secrets lay within its whitewashed walls . I climbed the porch steps slowly, fearing what was inside, but also knowing it was absolutely necessary I find out. I knocked, the sound echoing through the house as well as the empty street below.

A maid answered the door wearing clothes as white as the humongous house. The inside was just as perfect as the outside with almost as few people. No people, that is, but me, the maid, and when I turned to face the parlor, him.

He had light blue eyes and dark hair. He looked like an ox with his broad shoulders and tight jaw. Strong, but hard and cold. Not someone you would ever cross if you were in your right mind. As soon as I saw him I knew my suspicions had been correct. It was a trick. "Hello Princess," He said grinning devilishly, "Welcome to my humble abode." There was a flash of silver and the next thing I knew, I was lying in a puddle of dark red on the floor, losing consciousness for loss of blood.