Post by Roku on Feb 15, 2012 22:45:27 GMT -5
Danzala had been sitting outside of her room all night, down on the stone floor. His face was red with the salt of his tears. Danzala's girlfriend had been kidnapped by slave traders. As a Member of the branch family, he knew his cousin Grace would have pull in the military. He knew that, maybe, just maybe, if he could get her on his side, he could get the King on his side too. Finally, Dawn broke, and the beautiful brown-haired princess emerged from her bedroom, stretching.
"Danzala? What the hell do you want..." She grumbled, pretentiously. "Grace..." Danzala approached her with a soft tone. "I know I haven't always been the nicest person. But... I've lost her. They've taken her away..." He told her, eyes watering.
Her eyes narrowed at her cousin. First her lips displayed a frown."And I suppose you expect me to be sympathetic? Last week you threw an ice ball at my sister's face! A bloody ice ball, Danzala! She's still in the royal infirmary, you bastard..." At this point, she smiled at him, almost sincerely. But her tone now was pretentious, her french accent complimenting the insulting hurtful words she was about to deliver. "But don't worry about her. You'll be over it in a few hours anyway. You're incapable of love. You'd probably just beat her up..." She coldly told her cousin.
And this point, Grace walked away. Her head was held up high, and there was a certain delight and satisfaction held in the smirk that just refused to leave her face.
The following evening.
A man approached the royal family palace. Hidden in a robe, he wasn't easily identified. A security guard took notice of this.
"Sir, tresspassing on royal grounds is a capital offense!" he declared. "You're going to come with me..." he said, as he approached to grab him.
The guard had probably neared to within about 6 feet when Danzala lowered his hood. His expression was already one of bitterness, and hatred. It turned out that Lady Alina, his mistress, had been killed earlier in the day. And Danzala blamed his cousin. Princess Grace.
"Lord Danzala, sir..." he said nervously. He had heard reports of Danzala being abusive, and was now cornered. "Your...your highness... you do know the main family doesn't accept visits from the branch family at this hour." a guard reminded him. The angry Danzala was insulted at this... His father was born only fucking minutes after Atticus! Why should he be cursed to serve the main family his whole life sixth in line for the bloody throne? Out of rage he drew his blade and thrust it into the guards chest, and ripping it out sideways, causing his torso to crinkle as he fell over. The Prince made his way to his cousin's room swiftly, careful to avoid the guards. His hood was back up now.
Grace had changed a lot in the past few years, her elegant beauty even more radiant as she sported the colors of House Tiraka. She knew Danzala was coming, and frantically she was writing a letter with something to do with running away from home. But Danzala got there first... he tore her left eye out by gauging it with his talon knives, splattering blood all over her silky white sheets. She screamed, but it was muffled as the much stronger man covered her mouth with his hand, pinching her nose as well for good measure. The pressure on her face was almost unbearable, his grip felt like a python wrapping around her throat."Incapable of love? INCAPABLE? You little bitch. I've bloody well trained you in the ways of the force for five years!" The fallen princess just sobbed on her knees pathetically as she clutched her bleeding face. "I'll demand love... and you'll be the first to die... then your siblings and your precious father..." he told her with a shrill grin. Staggering to her feet, she slapped him across the face firmly. "Well kill me then you abusive fuck! I can't fucking stop you!" He loosened his grip for just a second, to take in this overwhelming influx of power. At this juncture, she took the time to grab the pen off of her desk, and she drove it into his mid section. A scar he would bear through his entire monarchy. He gasped horribly, and back handed her across the face, breaking her neck with the ensuing whiplash.
"Enough, Grace... it's over..." he told her, in a rather calm tone, as he pulled the pen out of his gut, and lightly rubbed his blood across her face. A rather calculating tone for someone who's abdomen was bleeding profusely. He sent her back into the wall with an force current, and stabbed her through the liver with his dagger. It was over for her, she could barely speak, let alone move. Giving her a final kiss on the forehead, soaking his lips in his cousin's blood.
"Goodbye, my student...you've lost..." He put it simply, leaving his blades inside her as she fell over in death. Later on, he set a fire, which was blamed for her death. He would have to be more careful from now on...
"Danzala? What the hell do you want..." She grumbled, pretentiously. "Grace..." Danzala approached her with a soft tone. "I know I haven't always been the nicest person. But... I've lost her. They've taken her away..." He told her, eyes watering.
Her eyes narrowed at her cousin. First her lips displayed a frown."And I suppose you expect me to be sympathetic? Last week you threw an ice ball at my sister's face! A bloody ice ball, Danzala! She's still in the royal infirmary, you bastard..." At this point, she smiled at him, almost sincerely. But her tone now was pretentious, her french accent complimenting the insulting hurtful words she was about to deliver. "But don't worry about her. You'll be over it in a few hours anyway. You're incapable of love. You'd probably just beat her up..." She coldly told her cousin.
And this point, Grace walked away. Her head was held up high, and there was a certain delight and satisfaction held in the smirk that just refused to leave her face.
The following evening.
A man approached the royal family palace. Hidden in a robe, he wasn't easily identified. A security guard took notice of this.
"Sir, tresspassing on royal grounds is a capital offense!" he declared. "You're going to come with me..." he said, as he approached to grab him.
The guard had probably neared to within about 6 feet when Danzala lowered his hood. His expression was already one of bitterness, and hatred. It turned out that Lady Alina, his mistress, had been killed earlier in the day. And Danzala blamed his cousin. Princess Grace.
"Lord Danzala, sir..." he said nervously. He had heard reports of Danzala being abusive, and was now cornered. "Your...your highness... you do know the main family doesn't accept visits from the branch family at this hour." a guard reminded him. The angry Danzala was insulted at this... His father was born only fucking minutes after Atticus! Why should he be cursed to serve the main family his whole life sixth in line for the bloody throne? Out of rage he drew his blade and thrust it into the guards chest, and ripping it out sideways, causing his torso to crinkle as he fell over. The Prince made his way to his cousin's room swiftly, careful to avoid the guards. His hood was back up now.
Grace had changed a lot in the past few years, her elegant beauty even more radiant as she sported the colors of House Tiraka. She knew Danzala was coming, and frantically she was writing a letter with something to do with running away from home. But Danzala got there first... he tore her left eye out by gauging it with his talon knives, splattering blood all over her silky white sheets. She screamed, but it was muffled as the much stronger man covered her mouth with his hand, pinching her nose as well for good measure. The pressure on her face was almost unbearable, his grip felt like a python wrapping around her throat."Incapable of love? INCAPABLE? You little bitch. I've bloody well trained you in the ways of the force for five years!" The fallen princess just sobbed on her knees pathetically as she clutched her bleeding face. "I'll demand love... and you'll be the first to die... then your siblings and your precious father..." he told her with a shrill grin. Staggering to her feet, she slapped him across the face firmly. "Well kill me then you abusive fuck! I can't fucking stop you!" He loosened his grip for just a second, to take in this overwhelming influx of power. At this juncture, she took the time to grab the pen off of her desk, and she drove it into his mid section. A scar he would bear through his entire monarchy. He gasped horribly, and back handed her across the face, breaking her neck with the ensuing whiplash.
"Enough, Grace... it's over..." he told her, in a rather calm tone, as he pulled the pen out of his gut, and lightly rubbed his blood across her face. A rather calculating tone for someone who's abdomen was bleeding profusely. He sent her back into the wall with an force current, and stabbed her through the liver with his dagger. It was over for her, she could barely speak, let alone move. Giving her a final kiss on the forehead, soaking his lips in his cousin's blood.
"Goodbye, my student...you've lost..." He put it simply, leaving his blades inside her as she fell over in death. Later on, he set a fire, which was blamed for her death. He would have to be more careful from now on...