No Perfect Royalty (Editing)

Chapter Seven

Running was not something Luna was good at. For when she reached the very tip of the village she ached. Her legs throbbing with pain. Lungs burning, desperate to be filled with air. Heart racing inside of her.

She knew she should have ran farther in. This part of town was were the poorest of the poor lived. Taking ones money when given the chance. Just to scrape up some food, buy fabric for clothing.

"Hey, you're the Princess aren't you?" A deeper voice called behind. Deeper then Gavin's voice, then her fathers. She shivered at the tone.

"No, I don't know what your talking about." Luna replied. Fear creeping into her. Filling her to the brim.

The boy behind her let out a crackling laugh. Grabbing hold of her before she could walk away. Her body froze in terror. Although the boy moved her body to face him. He was tall to. Towering over the girl. Eyes a harsh green.

A smirk played upon his dry lips. "You look like her. Because you are her." He whispered. Only loud enough for her to hear.

"I swear I'm not her!" Luna nearly screamed. Struggling to get away from this beast. It did not work in return he slapped her. Causing her now reddening cheek to burn. Stinging as the wind hit its surface.

"Don't lie to me!" He snapped, shoving her to the ground. Pressing a dagger to her throat. The cold metal itched her skin. Investing it with worry.

"Please, j-just let me go. I beg of you." She said. Soft tears rolling down her face. This had never happened to her. Not once in her twelve years in the village. Not to anyone in her family.

"Why? So you can get me killed? No way am I letting you go." He countered.

"I ran from that prison. The locking gates. I no longer wished to be a Princess." Her fingers searched for her dagger as she spoke. She knew to live she might have to kill him.

"Liar." He said through tightly clench teeth. Pressing the metal against her harder. Crimson dripped the slightest. She winced in pain. Wailed in fear. No more was her dagger an option.

So she kicked him, hitting his shin with all the might she had in her. He bit his bottom lip pressing even harder on the daggers wood.

"Stop!" She screamed. Louder then she probably ever had. Yet she was in fear she would die.

"Sorry Princess that's not how it works here." He moved the metal to her stomach. Cutting through the dress, reaching her skin. He cut the skin. Her curdling scream filled the air. Nearly breaking it. Almost.

Blood soaked onto her dress. Turning it a new, different, sickly red.

"See you soon Princess." He laughed. Running off into the night. Taking her coins along with him. Something he stole in the process of hurting her.

Her body was worse then before. Her blood pouring quickly. Her cries and pleads for help were the only thing to sting the chilled air.

No one came soon enough though. Her royal duties may have been behind her. But that did not stop her world from going black.