“Stop calling me Princess!”, she yelled. “I apologise my future queen”, I replied promptly. “Stop calling me that too!!”, Was her frustrated reply. I decide it was best not to argue with the princess and left her chambers with a quick bow.
Even though I have been the princess’s personal butler for a long time. Her present rebellious phase has become a little difficult to handle. Nothing I won’t be able to handle for sure! After all, I am the best in my business.
Working for the royal family had always been my dream since I was a child. Actually, it was being a royal first but then when I figured that was too much wishful thinking, I moved on to the second best option.
I love the idea of being near a royal, the grandeur, the sense of superiority, the different protocols that establish that superiority. Even though I wasn’t a royalty, I was still better than the normal civilian people. I had my luxurious quarters, I get to keep a host of royal secrets, most of all I get to be closer to the princess.
The princess was an absolute beauty with her shimmering hair that flowed like liquid gold. Her skin so soft, so supple, so youthful. Her smile displayed that perfectly aligned pearly set of teeth with a certain kindness that graced her mesmerizing eyes. She indeed was the absolute perfection.
She looked more angelic than angels to me. I was utterly, madly in love with her. I know it is wrong but her charm, her grace, everything about her had entranced me into developing this forbidden affection towards her. At times, I could tell that she felt the same about me.
As I checked into her chamber again to collect her dinner plates. I saw that she hadn’t even touched her dinner yet. She just looked at me with those dazzling eyes and I knew that she wanted me to feed her. I know this was wrong but I couldn’t resist. I moved a chair closer to her bed and started to feed her. She seemed really surprised that I understood her hint but she readily complied. And we sat there gleefully, looking into each other’s eyes as she timidly ate all her dinner.
Just as I stood up, the princess did something rather unexpected. She reached for my hand and pulled me closer towards her. Before I could even process what was happening she stabbed me on my arm with a nail I didn’t recall her possessing. I howled in pain, for it wasn’t only physical but felt like the nail had pierced through my heart instead of my arm which had already become bloody. I couldn’t understand how she had loosened her restraints as she tried to stagger towards the door.
Despite her legs being rather weak from the lack of use for more than a month, she was quicker than I thought. I felt frustration bubble inside me. How do they always get away? Everytime, I take measures to make sure they don’t get away, but somehow they do. Now that she has gone rogue, I have to catch her before she can escape. Despite the searing pain in my arm, I rushed behind her with the knife that I always kept with me.
Given how she was weak and filled with fear, she was sure to be caught by me. She ran like a panicked gazelle who was trying to outrun a hungry lion. She couldn’t beat me at my own game. As I did catch up with her, I hesitated a little. Her pleading eyes were filled with fear, panic and a bit of regret. But it had to be done, it was her fault anyway.
With this in mind, I stabbed her – multiple times. I stabbed her until my arms felt weak and I couldn’t anymore. With the fourth princess also failing to meet my expectations, I was rightfully frustrated beyond anything.
As I prepared to disassemble the girl’s body inorder to dispose of it, I became more determined than ever to pull it off right the next time. Sure, it was going to be very difficult to find a blonde girl beautiful enough to play my princess but I will find her. And this time – I won’t fail. I won’t let the next princess join this girl’s fate so soon.
After all, it has been my unattainable dream, my fantasy, my secret vice, my passion. I won’t abandon it so easily. This time around, I’ll be more careful. I’ll be better. I’ll surely pull this off. After all, who is to say that the fifth time won’t be the charm?
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