The Tragedy of the Petite Princess

The General

The general stood behind the golden chair watching as the red lady looked on the glass of ball, tender eyes watching as the corners of her red lips would rise up showing pearl white teeth. Reflected on the glass was the petite princess screaming though no one was there to hear her. In his heart was a gladness for staying his hand from murdering the vile princess when she spoke and cursed the benevolent leader and liberator of the rebellion. He was lost in his thoughts that jumped from marveling at the red head's beauty to sinister plans against the princess when there was a great sound as the lady slammed her palms on the ivory table. She suddenly turned towards the general, red eyes flaming with anger. Squinting his eyes towards the glass of ball, only then did he notice that the mad princess was no longer screaming. Her hair was messily sprawled upon the ground and she was not moving. The red lady shouted a command and hastily the general turned and left, his destination - the dungeons below.

There were a few men and women with him when he arrived but they did not dare approach the mad woman. The general stood above her head than raised his foot that came with a thud upon the princess's rib. She moaned and the men and women who saw her move stepped back in fear which greatly annoyed the general. He gave them a look that made their hairs stand so that the men and women hastily approached and examined the young girl. They poked and turned her body but she would not move. They deduced the princess was dead when she suddenly stirred. He concluded the men and women he brought were either incompetent or completely stupid and lashed at their hasty diagnosis. They scampered off leaving the general alone with a princess that breathed tiny and heavy breaths. He stomped and cursed at his predicament when the petite princess began to move. She moaned for roasted meat and upon realizing her need, the general went and returned with a platter that would make any stomach turn. He sat her up tying her hands and prepared a disgusting spoonful that slowly inched towards the princess's lips. Her eyes shot up and with a swift movement, the spoon fell upon the ground with a great clatter. The princess eyes inflamed with hunger demanded roasted meat, the stench was foul and with the seething of teeth she voiced her grievances against the disgusting substance. The general with a stare as cold as ice muttered a simple refusal. The menace of a hungry stomach caused  the young woman to lash and bite and scratch but the young man was far too agile for her. They wrestled and struggled against each other until the general's strength overwhelmed even the madness of a  hungry belly. His hands tight on her wrist, he picked up the spoon and was about to feed the mad woman but her stubborn mouth refused to open. She turned her head from his hand, her face filled with victorious triumph as his filled with extreme vexation. He grabbed her chin to force her pale lips to open but they did not budge. Sinister thoughts began welling in his mind as he began to grab the sword on his side, blood will be spilt if those pale lips would remain stubborn. His eyes began to redden with the thought of spilling blood but the memory of a red hair and red lips curving into a smile stayed his hand. Feeling the general's grip on her chin weakening, the petite princess forcefully pulled her head with the last of her strength. The general looked on at her defiance, then he looked at the disgusting platter that  sat silently between them. The mad princess kicked and the platter turned, the gooey substance spreading on the floor as a smell rose from it. She screamed at his insolence for daring to feed her a disgusting morsel. The general grew silent and with a slow movement, scooped a spoonful of the goo. He raised it to his face. She paled to see him close his mouth, the spoon  now empty of it's contents. He grabbed her chin and inched closer to her face. Her eyes lit up in disgust as the smell began to flood her nose. He touched her lips and she gasped for breath, an opportunity for the general to complete his goal as the frantic princess gulped down the rest of the gooey substance that the young man fed upon her using not a spoon nor a sword but a mouth and a mocking tongue.