The Princess

Being the princess of a big kingdom was no easy task. I had to live not only to my parent’s expectations, but also to the entire kingdom. It was like I always had everybody’s eyes on me, my every move analyzed in wait of my next mistake. I was really upset that I could not have fun like other people in the kingdom, instead always having so many responsibilities. I did not hate my life, but I did hate how controlled it was. One day, without previous notice, my life was subjected to a change that I did not want.

Even if my life was so controlled, my parents did not know of everything going on it. They absolutely had no clue about my sexual affair with one of our servants, George. He was an absolute gentleman, way better than the princes my parents have tried to get me interested in. He was intellectual, cared about me and always made time to listen to me.

However, our relationship would never be approved of. A princess like myself, with parents who have so much power over an entire kingdom, being with a simple servant like George? I felt terrible thinking of him like a servant, but that is what was by default in my mind, probably my parent’s fault as well. I was always careful not to diminish George whenever we were together.

I was a princess, but I did not think of myself over anyone, unlike my parents. They were not very nice to our servants, and if they found out about my relationship with George, they would probably kill him. Who knows, they may also want to kill me. Maybe they would consider me tainted? I never cared much about that. I wanted to be happy for once.

One day, like any other, I woke to the bright sunlight getting into my room from my tall windows. I stretched my body, then made my way to the royal kitchen to see what was up for breakfast. My parents were in the kitchen, which was odd. “We have great news, Priscilla!” my mother said loudly. I cared more about what was being cooked than the news, which I was used to them never being interesting.

“What’s for breakfast?” I asked to the air, only to be replied to by my dad, continuing with the cheerfulness of my mom. “We arranged a wedding with Karahstla kingdom’s prince and you!” he said, making me spill my coffee as I began to drink. “What?! Without consulting me before?! I don’t even know the prince!” I was angry now. Like always, my parents were taking action without consideration of anybody.

“I bet this is for your own gain, like always” I said. “Oh, the prince is a very nice person” my mom said. “You’re going to like him!” she continued. “I am sure I won’t” I said, then left the kitchen. I had lost my appetite already, so I just wanted to be in my room. I was walking down the hallway back to my room, and I heard my parents follow me behind.

“Listen to us, Priscilla!” they said loudly behind my back. “This will be positive for everybody! The prince is handsome and of good, fine blood” my mom added. “Besides, their kingdom is almost as big as ours. We can get new lands to control!” My father continued afterwards. “I do not care about either of these things, it’s you who do. Leave me alone, I won’t marry him!” I said, shutting the door to my bedroom.

I was too old to be doing such teenage episodes in the castle, but indeed these happened since I was a teen. My parents always wanted to control my life. I felt sad now, and I only wanted to see George. I spent the day in my room, with food being delivered to it at the right hours. I did not want to see my parents.

King and Queen’s point of view

“We have to do something about Priscilla. She’s always avoiding whatever we arrange for her, no matter how positive it is for her life. What should we do, my king?”

“I have no idea. We can’t just let her avoid the wedding, this could be huge for our kingdom. Besides, she’s been single for a long while now, my queen.”

“We’ll have to put on some force over her, I think”

Priscilla’s Point of view

Night fell over the kingdom in a blink, and I still refused to leave my room. That night, really late, I could not sleep. I was still very upset that my parents did not care about me not wanting to marry that prince, and were going to push the wedding’s plans over me. While writing on my dairy about how I felt, I heard a slight knocking on my door. Could it be…?

I was rather prepared in case it was my parents. I opened the door slowly, to find George waiting in front of it with a basket full of fruit and pastries. “Come in slowly” I said, then locked the door behind him. “I waited for you all day” I said, jumping to kiss him. “I am sorry. All slaves were worked over today, your parents want the castle squeaky clean for the wedding ceremony. It’s tomorrow…” Said George.

“What? Tomorrow? They are so inconsiderate… I won’t marry anyone!” I said, then George began massaging my shoulders. He was just a bit taller than me, and his dirty tan contrasted with my snow white skin. He turned me over then kissed me. “I’d like to marry you, George” I said, then let him begin to undress me. “I’d love to marry you, Priscilla. But my head would be cut if your parents knew of this”

“That sounds more romantic than marrying that damn prince. If needed be, I’ll also get my head cut for you” I said, then began to undress him. We laid over the bed, then began to make out. “I’ll make you my princess just for tonight” He said, then put his head on my exposed pussy to kiss it. “I was already your princess” I said, caressing his head.

He got up to kiss me, and while doing so he put his penis inside me in a soft motion. He began to fuck me slowly, and I tried to stay silent. It was a rare occasion that we were able to fuck in my bedroom, but because of today’s drama, I was “locked”. George was a very passionate and gentle lover, I lost my virginity to him and would never regret it. The moon rode high, and my body moved in harmony with George’s.

Drawn in the heat of the moment, we did not pay attention to the door of my room being forcefully opened. It was my parents, and they found us fucking. “What in the word?!” my mother yelled, and both George and I were scared, covering ourselves with the blankets. “You did not want to marry a prince because of this slave?!” my dad yelled angrily. “I order his head to be cut right away!” he added.

“If you kill George, then I’ll kill myself!” is what I said while the guards took George. “Don’t be so dumb, Priscilla. Did he wash your brain?” My mother sounded sarcastic now. It really bothered me. “Onwards with the execution!” My father yelled, and the guards took George to the execution room. There, his head was to be cut.

I watched, eyes filled with tears, as they proceed to kill the only man I ever loved in my life. “I am so sorry Priscilla, I was careless. Please take care of yourself” were his last words, before the axe fell over his neck, separating his head from his body. I fell to the ground in tears, a shrieking yell leaving my lungs dry. “Don’t you dare defy us again, Priscilla” my father said. “And you’re getting married tomorrow, so go to bed” he added, then left.

I did not want to live a miserable life any longer. Controlled by my parents, married to a man I did not love, and having to remember the scene of my lover dying before me, ruthlessly killed by my own parents, who did not care about how I would feel. I decided to write all this on my diary, and should it be found, hopefully my parents would burn with guilt for the rest of their lives.

I have now finished my diary entry for my last day of living. I signed it with a kiss for George, may we see each other again. I opened my large windows, then stood on it, my long night gown flowing with the wind. It was a cold night. I looked down, to see how tall my tower was. I had made my decision already, and I had nothing left for me here anyway. Taking a single step, I jumped off the window.