Killing The Prince *UNEDITED*
I’m going to kill the prince. The blade cooled my skin as it sat against my thigh. I was sure to strap it just above the slit on the inside of my dress. Easy to get to, but not easy to be seen. For months, I've watched his every move. His morning routine, his favorite meal, how long it takes him to read a page in the newspaper-10 minutes. I knew his whole life. The best part is that he never saw me. My last stalk brought me to his annual charity ball-the only royal event that peasants were welcome. The palace throws one every year to raise money to build houses for the poor villagers. Not one person has seen that money in the past two years that the prince has been on the throne. More people are living in cardboard boxes than shelters because of overflow. I’m doing everyone a favor by carrying out this mission. I glanced over the crowd of partygoers from the balcony. The chestnut locs on top of the prince’s head were easy to spot. He was smiling. Surrounded by his m...