The Tragedy of the Petite Princess

Wickedness

The general had been diligent these past weeks and decided to once again approach the red rose lady for the permission to return to his wife. The queen easily dismissed him, waving a hand while whispering to her husband - the handsome man. At night, when the king and queen were alone rolling in their bedsheets in the act of fleshly pleasure, the red rose lady thought of another man. While her husband thrusted  his hips to hers, she moaned at the stubbornness of a general. She had allowed him to marry the princess in the hopes of dark entertainment yet he, of all people, had betrayed her. She took him from his mad wife and still, he longed for her. She could not understand how a person was capable of such desires, she certainly did not feel an ounce of affection for the handsome man who panted like a feral animal as he neared his climax. She went along with his act, rolling her eyes with incredulity at his inflated satisfaction. He voiced loving words in her ears which passed like wind as her mind wandered to wicked plans on how to make a general kneel once again like he did before.

And then she arrived, her petite figure strolling the hallways like she owned the place. The red rose queen frowned as the petite princess demanded to see the husband she forced upon her. The queen's lips beamed into an angelic smile but her eyes were as deadly as the fires of hell. With a thundering voice she demanded the capture of the young princess. Loyal men moved to apprehend the haughty girl when a hoarse voice boomed - after weeks of quelling another rebellion, the general had returned. He walked with long strides so that soon he was beside the petite princess - a scene that made the red queen's heart boil with anger which she masked with a serene smile. The general knelt before her to plead mercy for his wife's undue rudeness. He did so in a manner that the red queen could not do anything but relent. She dismissed them and he hurriedly dragged the fuming princess from the presence of the queen - who in her black heart was devising the worst for them.

Despite the princess's belligerent complaints of being accused of rudeness by the very husband she merely wanted to see, the general silently dragged her to a room, tore off her garments and thrust his lower self into her nether regions to release the desire that welled up when he saw her face for the first time in a long time. The petite princess knew then he felt the same as she did and was once again assured of her place in his heart.

But that assurance was soon shattered when in the days after, the general no longer sought her. 

The first day it happened, she thought he was merely occupied with duties the selfish queen gave him.

The second day, he slept beside her but did nothing more.

The third day, she tore his clothes with desire in her eyes but he left her unsatisfied.

The fourth day, she no longer saw his face at night.

And it was the same on the fifth and sixth day.

On the seventh, she walked leisurely along the lonely halls in the dead of the night hoping to see his face.

And she did see his face - it was like the one he wore when they had their nightly pleasures together. But instead of being in the room with him, she was standing outside peering at her husband with another woman whose red hair bounced as he thrusted himself into her.