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 many potential suitors. I have to find a way to get him alone.
There weren’t any guards outside the prince’s bedroom. fools. That made it much easier for me to slip in unnoticed.
Imbecils.
The Prince’s room wasn’t what I expected. There weren’t any torture chains hanging from the ceiling, and no half beaten commoner dangling from them by their stretching limbs. And it was quiet. Too quiet. Not even the sound of wind blowing through the sheer curtains from outside or the chirping of crickets hopping on the brick wall below the window sill.
“Hello, Love.” a gruff voice came from a dark corner of the room.
I drew my dagger and held it out in front of me in a swift motion. “Show your face,” I say.
A tall, dark figure emerges from the shadows and steps into the light. The moonlight illuminates the Prince’s copper skin making it glow like a million tiny diamonds. His pearly white teeth flashes behind his sly smile.
He leaned against the small space between the wall and the window. “Come to kill me?” he asks, crossing his arms over his chest.
I move closer, dagger still drawn. He could kill me with one hand around my throat. Still, my feet carried me to my doom and they didn’t stop until we were face-to-face.
Our breathing became matched in rhythm. He lowered his face to my ear. His alcohol coated breath fanned down to my shoulder. I refused to move a muscle.
We stayed like that for a while. Him smelling me like some animal, and I pretend not to enjoy it in the least.
“How is it that you smell so good after dancing all night?” he whispers in my ear.
I can barely speak when I say, “I’ve been watching you all night. There wasn’t time to frolick.”
Instead of saying anything back, he grunts in response.
A few moments pass, and I'm still under the Prince’s spell. I make a move to step back but he grabs my waist with one hand and grips the handle of the dagger with the other.
“You came to kill me. You’re not going anywhere until you’re punished.”
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