The Tragedy of the Petite Princess

Conflict

It was his hometown -  a place he dreaded to live in. The general took to his office day in and day out leaving the petite princess to entertain herself. After the few peaceful days of her absence as she ventured into a dreamless sleep, the maids and servants loathed to see the petite princess open her amber eyes. When those eyes did open , no one could do anything but resign to her wily ways as the general took no heed of his mad wife. Her mood was a mess as though she could not decide what to do with her life. There were hours of indulging in the luxuries of clothing and jewelry and there were hours of disagreeable temperament for no one would allow the lavish parties her dead tyrant father used to host. Dreary were the days with no drinking or singing so as a form of play, she would instigate any easy target to voice an opinion against her and than caused them to suffer. Or she would play another dare with her maids which caused many to retire. Such were her wily ways that in the weeks that followed so many of the castle's servants had quit. Even her own maids were reduced and she soon began to struggle with the one who was left to attend to her need. Never did the vile and insufferable man she married pay her any attention. In her heart, she loathed him greatly as she saw in him the countenance of a man lost and downtrodden. Not only was he scarred physically but his heart seemed as though it could no longer be recovered. She hated how lost the man was but her pride would not allow a confrontation or a resolution between them. Though she hated him with all her heart, she dared not leave him for only with him can she still receive the little luxuries she was allowed to indulge in. No princess would dare to venture out alone into the world without a roof above her head or servants to tend to her needs. 

So she loathed him and she wished him dead for his presence was a curse upon her - the shackle that would not allow her to host parties and live in luxury for he held with an iron hand the management of the castle's wealth.  And so she conceived an evil plan to be rid of him. With a knife in her hand, she creeped upon his sleep, ready to strike with the vengeance of a neglected woman. She hated how he slept peacefully while she sat above him with a knife in her hand. With him, she felt her existence reduced to nothing more than a mere object much like the potted vase unnoticeable in a great hall. She was an adored and cherished princess, her mere presence was a great honor for anyone to have. But this vile and insufferable general dared not to pay her attention, much like her dead and tyrant father. Remembering that hateful aged face, she resolved in her heart to strike.

But he was awake and had awaited the opportunity to catch her in the deed. He was above her before she knew it. She wriggled and struggled against his strength. In his black heart, he loathed her greatly and if he could have her hanged then now was the time - he could charge her with attempted murder and be rid of her once and for all. She was a shackle in his life for he could not return to his beloved as long as she was alive. But the red lady was now married to the handsome man he had seen in the garden - a news he had received not so long ago while he was stuck with a wily and mad wife. She had stopped struggling and looked in his eyes with great defiance. With a force, he took the knife from her hand and gripped her thin neck. Her eyes flamed with anger and though it was filled with defiance, he saw the amber iris shake with the expectation of a sad life ending. She choked from his grip until the lack of breath caused her eyes to narrow but breath returned as he let her go.

With her forehead she hit his jaw. He grunted in pain as she struggled against him. Their places exchanged as she gripped his neck with her hands. She held it but had no strength. Her heart loathed the vile and insufferable general who lay lifelessly below her and she truly wished he would die but her hand remained on his neck with no strength in them. A different desire welled up within her - one she had wanted to ignore since the days in the dungeon. Their lips touched as the hand that was on his neck gently caressed his scarred face. She pecked at his closed lips, the general wrestling with the confusion in his heart. But she was relentless although inexperienced and the hesitation he felt slowly ebbed with the innocence in her actions. Time ticked as the minutes passed by while two figures rolled in a bed struggling to decipher the other's intention not with words but with the twisting of tongues against each other. Breathless they separated, hearts in turmoil as the general quickly turned and left closing the doors behind him.