The Tragedy of the Petite Princess

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Her heart's desire for a luxurious party was at last fulfilled after a few more months when the general and his men arrived victorious in their battle. Several days later, the lonely castle was filled with the few nobles who continued  to thrive in the desolate town to celebrate the great victory. The petite princess energetically went about and conversed with men and women to whom she hurled the many sarcastic remarks she had been withholding for months. Her shrilly voice denounced the drab dresses worn by the pitiful ladies who lived in the dreary small and poor town. She complained that the only musicians she could employ lacked taste but that no other band could be found anywhere else. She laughed at the country bumpkins who fancied themselves culinary chefs despite the commoner taste in the specialties she was now stuffing her mouth with. Her topics continued on till there was no longer a lively look on anyone unfortunate enough to lend her an ear.  All were relieved when the petite princess decided to retire to a room for a few minutes of beauty rest.

But the few minutes turned into hours as she rolled around in the general's bed. During the party, she had been able to spill all the dark thoughts that kept circulating in her head for the past months when she was trapped inside a bleak castle with no one left to harass. But that was not enough which was the reason why instead of her own luxurious room, she decided to  unwind in the bed of her husband who she had not seen since his arrival. 

Time passed quickly as she drifted between sleep and waking with a start. Her heart slowly burned till she could no longer shut her eyes. She sat up frustrated deciding that it was time to find the vile and insufferable man when the door creaked open. 

She glared at him as he passed by her to find a change of clothes. He undressed himself then approached a basin to wash his face. He took his time to clean himself and the petite princess could no longer hold her anger as her eyes scanned his naked flesh. It was not the first time she had seen a naked man but the memory she remembered was a hateful one. That aged face contorting in happiness as he rolled around with young women flashed in her memory. She looked away and closed her eyes to forget, the drumming in her heart fading. Whatever she had planned to do or say flew away and she resolved to leave.

And yet the grip on her hand was strong and powerful. She yanked away in anger but the general would not budge. She raised her hand but he caught it before it could fall on his cheek. She struggled when he pulled her to him. The close proximity caused her to feel his nakedness and the drumming quickly returned. He raised her head and their lips touched. She tried to pull away but tiredness and desire froze both her heart and body. He lifted her to his bed, tore all the clothes that clung heavily around her, all while kissing the places no one had dared to touch. She understood what he wanted to do, debated on whether to allow any more then surrendered to his invasion. It filled her with pain but she followed his rhythm till her body began to throb with pleasure. It was all she could think as he rammed against her till she felt his release. Then her mind faded as her tired eyes closed to a deep slumber.

The morning that came was soft and bright. Her amber eyes fluttered open to meet his deep dark ones. For the first time in her life she smiled naturally without a wicked thought. The petite princess uttered the words she had never told anyone. To him she could voice the sweet words of affection and though he did not answer, her heart was satisfied.