cruelcomplex

“You disobedient child! I should have you locked in your room!” The King’s voice carried all the way down the corridor. Nearly a fourth the castle guard stood in a semicircle in the King’s chambers, in the middle of which a little girl stood shamefully before her father’s bed. “And you—” The red-faced man in bed pointed at the nearest unsuspecting guard. “It took you all day to locate my eleven year old daughter!” He coughed, choking on his own sleepy fit of rage. The guards shuffled back, mumbling apologies to the King. “Perhaps I need to replace every guard in this blasted

Father— Please do not be alarmed by my sudden absence. I had to go. I can’t stay here any longer. I will make wise choices and I will be back soon. Don’t send for me. With love, your princess The little blonde girl looked at her work, waving the parchment through the air. The ink was bleeding off the page. It was sloppy work, but it would do. She huffed, rolling up the parchment and tying a pink ribbon around its center. She laid the paper on her bed just as a firm voice echoed around the corridor. The little girl hopped on top of a mahogany desk, pushing letters, books, and melted candlesticks aside. Her heart was poun