Papa can I kill you

Chapter 2

I've been here for a while and I mean my crib. It's been very boring and I have absolutely nothing to do. 'I need something fun to play with. Give me a sniper rifle and a target or a gun and a shooting gallery. Just let me have fun, please!' After a whole minute of just staring at a wall in pure boredom, I decided that since I'm still young I'll try doing some basic things. For one touching my toes the basics of basics. I stretched out my hands and feet trying to get them to touch and it's harder than it seems. A baby's body really doesn't do much, so useless that it's almost depressing. I really need to grow up right about now.

"Princess seems like you're having fun." Hilana smiled at me gently. This Nanny may just be a saint sent down from the heavens to look after me cause gosh dammit she is just too charming and so kind. Honestly, the amount of people who have her attitude is one in a million. I smiled at Hilana and this may have surprised her since I don't smile much or show much of anything. I'm a very expressionless baby, I might even obtain facial paralysis if I try hard enough. "I'm so glad you were born princess. You have to grow up healthy and strong living each day to your own liking." Hilana said with so much adoration 'And I'm so glad that I get to have you as my nanny Hilana.' and I was glad about it.+

"Hilana!" Avia came rushing in.

"What is it Avia? What's got you all worked up?" Avia was trying to catch her breath.

"H-h-his ma-maj-majesty is co-coming he-here." Hilana dropped what she was knitting, panic written on her face.

"Why so suddenly?!" Hilana picked up what she was knitting and set it on the night table. The two hurried to the front door and I felt a dangerous presence. I've been in the killing business more than long enough to know who's dangerous and who's not. Whoever is coming here should not be underestimated in any way possible. I can smell blood on that person, and it's extreme.

"Welcome your majesty!" Hilana and Avia bowed as a man came in. He was wearing a black robe with it half-opened and looking ever so lazily stylish. He had black hair, pale skin, and very red eyes. Those eyes were almost as if it was out from a fairytale about demons. They were such a deep red that it almost seemed crimson but at the same time, they shined so brightly with such brilliance.

So he was the king, my father that I still don't know the name of. 'Can I call him king wannabe? Can I...actually I rather not.' I still consider this life as important.

"Your majesty, what brings you here?" Hilana sounded nervous and why wouldn't she. This guy is the definition of dangerous might as well slap his face right above the description.

"I want to see what that woman gave birth to while I was away and maybe kill it." Ok, that ticked me off. 'Oh my gosh, you suck but you have a nice freaking deep voice! I hate you but I can't hate your handsome beautiful body! Curse you royals with such lovely genes of beauty!' I was probably making a weird face by now.

The king walked over to me and looked down at me literally. I'm hating more and more of this. "She's tiny." 'Yeah, I am tiny so what. I'll grow up to be bigger than you ever were.' His hand came and grabbed my neck. "Ho, she didn't flinch." You crazy bastard how dare you lay your hand on my delicate neck. "And she's not crying as well. Maybe born prematurely or with a defect." No and no. I'm just a smart baby that's all. "So tiny. I could crush you with my hands or snap your neck if I give a little bit more pressure." I can already feel him starting to tighten. 'Dammit, I can't die now with my new life. I swear once I grow up enough I'll kill you with my own hands if I have to.'

I wanted to glare at him but my face hates me and I don't know what face I'm making. "Hideous eyes." Well sorry, but I got them from you since my hair isn't black like yours...I'm guessing. "Cry." For some odd reason most likely the survival instinct of my body is making me cry.

"Princess!" Hilana said surprised. Well, of course, I have never cried until now and it had to be by this damn jerk face.

"Looks like she can cry." The king let's go of my neck and I soon stopped crying as well. "What's her name?" The King looked down at Hilana and she didn't dare raise her head.

"Her mother died before she can give the princess a Czovelrya name." He looked back at me. 'What can I do for you or do you want to try and kill me again.'

"Diantha Rosevn Moerey Czovelrya." Wow, I don't get long names. 'Ok, I don't get how they come up with these names. It's so long and when it really doesn't need to be.' "Let's see how long you can live tiny." 'Ok that's it you are officially on my death list. Prepare your grave dammit.' I watched as the jerk walked out of the room all smug-like.

Hilana got up and rushed to pick me up hugging me tightly. "You did great princess. You did so well." I could see tears forming at the corner of her eyes. 'Geez was that a close death experience I think.' I've been in way too many near-death experiences this one just happened to be very nice. What I mean is that I'm getting killed by a handsome and maybe beautiful guy. You can't blame me for thinking that! I mean sure he's my father but before that, I'm a 25-year-old single woman who doesn't have an ounce of dating experience! I know I'm just that pitiful give me a break!

Anyways it's just been a week or two and he just had to come and visit me huh. Well, I'm still contemplating whether I should kill him or try and make him like me. The second option sounds so much better but so much work which I really am not in the mood for, while the first option I have actual experience in doing so.

Well, both just seem awful to me and I'm still not sure if I should kill him just yet. I still need to think of a backup plan or a plan after I kill him. Maybe I can frame someone else for the attack? 'Whatever, I'll keep thinking about this after I grow up.'

Hilana sat me down on her lap facing me with a mirror. The first time I officially saw my face. 'My gosh, I look ugly.' Well, that's probably because I don't like babies all that much. I have very bold blond hair. It's got almost gold highlights if you look at it in the light. My eyes as I have guessed were red. The same red eyes as his. 'Those eyes were very pretty but why did he look so sad or is it disgust.' Ah, this is so confusing for me! I'll deal with it later on. For now, I just want to stick with Hilana and fear for my life.

(Song-Merry-Go-Round©, November 19, 2004, Composed by- Joe Hisaishi)

1.Diantha Rosevn Moerey Czovelrya (Dee-an-tha, Rose-e-vin, Moe-rey, Se-vol-ya)- Protagonist of this book. Info for her is well being developed as of now.