"Oh no, it's HER" the servants whispered to each other. They quickly tied their apron strings and put on their hair nets. The kitchen stopped in time waiting for the expected arrival of their fair maiden. She stormed in, a snarl on her face. The princess gleamed and walked around, her heels hitting the ground. She breathed on one of the cooks, she could smell the fear. The cooks necks dripped with sweat.
"Well, well, well. A bunch of NASTY cooks. Who runs this kitchen? You are pathetic, whoever you are. Let me see you now. I DEMAND your presence" She pushed the cooks around until one showed amongst the crowd. The head cook shivered as she started to threaten him with death.
"Pathetic male, you are stupid. How dare you run a kitchen so stupidly. Liquids all over the floor, food everywhere. We'll have mice for months...and all because of your lousy leadership. The punishments will be high, I will be seeing you later" She walked away from shouting in his face. He dropped to the floor in fear of his soon to be death. The cooks comforted him and picked him up, asking what he wanted for his last meal.
The princess proceeded to walk down the palace. The news spreading fast about her death threat. Heads popped out after the scent on her vanished. The servants, maids and butlers all mourned over their soon-to-fall friend. The cook; a well known friend to most. They couldn't go up against the princess, knowing that was almost certain death. They had to accept their friend's death, for there was nothing they could do for him.
The princess walked to her living quarters and opened her blinds to The public shouting at her from her barely peak-able windows, wanting her attention.
"Look! Our beautiful, noble and wise princess!" One man shouted. She asked the guards to set up an execution block for her, they obliged with no argument. The people then moved to the block; a waiting the fresh kill of the day. Of course, her killings were nothing out of the normal for these people. She walked to her closet and opened another panel, revealing a secret stash of weapons. The archduchess picked out her favorite weapon, a long wooden pole carved with thorns and a multi ray of metal ends. Representing a sharp rose ready to stab through anything. She changed outfits yet again, this time into a red garment. She lit the end of the Rose on fire and walked outside. By now, night time had fallen. The people cheered for the Princess. The man on the stake, could not see anything. The princess pointed to the knights and commanded with "Guards, please un-wrap his blindfold and let it fall with him to the ground. Once I kill him, no more tricky little mice will be getting into MY kitchen" The guards did as the queen said and the man could now see, but not very well. Enough to know he would soon be dying. He looked around at the crowd and screamed in fear "Please! Don't do this! I won't make anymore messes in the kitchen. I promise to bring order and cleanliness to your palace kitchen!" He pleaded. The Queen walked around him and looked him the eyes "Too late now baby, you're going to hell" She spun her staff and drove the steak through his intestines. The wailing stopped and his guts dropped on the block. She picked a handful of his raw bloody insides and bite into them, very aggressively "Hmm, so savory. Too bad his food didn't taste this good" She laughed and launched for his head, the crowd roared in excitement. His head dropped and she dug the steak into it, taking the head she held it up over the crowd. The head was soon lit on fire. She skipped and jumped around the podium with the fire burning head. The maiden had done it again, she had executed another evil person, she is our savor. Let's celebrate as she throws his remains on us. I can taste the blood on me, it's so beautiful. It drives me to kill myself. If that's she wants, I'll give it to her. The Princess slammed her staff down on the podium. The audience stopped cheering for more parts.
"Thank you all...for coming out tonight. I throughly enjoyed feasting on fresh blood" they all clapped. Every single one of them. One booed and she threw the stake through his eye. The people fought over who go to eat the eye, of course anything touched by her. Is blessed with her powers. The night ended with her eating his penis and testicles, to mame him for being a TERRIBLE cook.
The Princess later that night had washed the blood out of her garment. The blood mixed in with the red naturally, but this stilled angered her. She burned the dress and while watching the dress go up in flames, she threw in the dead carcass of the cook. The smell of his burning sinew filled her nose.
