Shaking I looked at the princess. She looked as beautiful as ever, her dark hair flowing in the wind. But there was something off about her stare.
"Princess?" I called gently. "It's time for supper." She didn't move. "The chef made your favorite! Steak and mashed potatoes!"
She turned to look at me. Her gray eyes filled with grief. I knew that look all to well. I knew what she wanted to do.
"Would you like to see it again?" I asked. She nodded. I pulled a dagger out of my dress. It was small and had a gold handle. It was also very sharp. One poke could have you bleeding.
She picked it up and smiled. "This was his dagger. He said he loved it as much as he loved me." The grief faded from her eyes. So it was working.
She wiped her tears. "When do you think he is coming back?" I laughed and told her I didn't know.
But in all reality he was most likely making friends was the people of heaven. I commented on supper and she skipped away. Talking about how it's her favorite.
But I know. That the dagger she's holding, is the same one she used to kill her prince.
frog_with_gun t1_j004z0q wrote
Reply to [WP] Legend has it, the princess waits for her beloved prince who never returned from war. The princess is seen waiting every day where they used to meet secretly, a lake now known as the Lake of Longing, with only her attendant at her side. As her attendant though, you know the story differently. by salmontail
Shaking I looked at the princess. She looked as beautiful as ever, her dark hair flowing in the wind. But there was something off about her stare.
"Princess?" I called gently. "It's time for supper." She didn't move. "The chef made your favorite! Steak and mashed potatoes!"
She turned to look at me. Her gray eyes filled with grief. I knew that look all to well. I knew what she wanted to do.
"Would you like to see it again?" I asked. She nodded. I pulled a dagger out of my dress. It was small and had a gold handle. It was also very sharp. One poke could have you bleeding.
She picked it up and smiled. "This was his dagger. He said he loved it as much as he loved me." The grief faded from her eyes. So it was working.
She wiped her tears. "When do you think he is coming back?" I laughed and told her I didn't know.
But in all reality he was most likely making friends was the people of heaven. I commented on supper and she skipped away. Talking about how it's her favorite.
But I know. That the dagger she's holding, is the same one she used to kill her prince.