My Knave and I

Prologue

'What happened to all those days when we would stay up until dawn, just to talk to each other? Were those all lies? Why? Did I just imagine everything? Really?' I thought in my head. 'Well, they kind of did start after I gained the crown. I guess that's all he really wanted me for. I guess my plan worked.' I keep thinking, almost in tears.

***Flashback***

I am 13 years old, walking around, trying to find my one and only servant, the one who always entertains me. I walk through the white marble corridors, looking everywhere for him. I walk around for twenty minutes, calling out his name until I spot him, his lips close to my sister, whispering in her ear, her up against the wall, his arms on either side of her, on the wall. He was probably telling her that she was beautiful… I couldn't stand it. I turned right back around and ran, I couldn't bear to watch, or have them notice the tears coming down my cheeks, and small sobs quickly flying out of my mouth as I was trying to get a grip on my emotions, but they were going by too fast to stop. There were too many, going over twenty thousand thoughts per minute, 'he loves her, not me, never me, why? Why is it always her, first it was the Ace deck of cards knight, then it was the bishop, then it was the prince from a neighboring kingdom, but it has never affected me this badly… Ever… Not him, you can have anyone else in the world that you want, so why did it have to be him? Why?' I kept thinking as the tears seemed to never end. It went on for days. Then finally, he came to my door and knocked, then he entered and I yelled at him "get the heck out!"

I almost started crying, as the flashback reminded me of something I have regretted seeing, and knowing for years. Soon the jealousy had become too much, and I couldn't stand being near them like that, so I learned of his likes and dislikes, I even became something that I thought he would like, I created a potion that would make my breasts big, because I had heard that he had a fetish for large breasts. Maybe this would make him like me more… is what I had thought… The potion went wrong, it ended up making my head larger than average instead of my breasts, I cried for days after that. I decided that there had to be something different that I could possibly do. Then I overheard him talking, saying that he liked women of power, well, since I was already the eldest, I figured I would become queen anyway, but I had to be sure, I started studying everyday; defense tactics, uses of military, torture tactics, and knowledge of everything… including killing.

When I learned that I would not get the crown, my plan had been ruined, 'Why? I worked so hard. This was my last hope to get him to love me instead of my sister… I had put my all into this for 2 years… I am the eldest; it's tradition to go with the eldest. Stayne wants her, I thought I at least had my family on my side, but I guess they want her too; I'm not good enough, stupid defective potion! If I hadn't screwed up, I would have had a chance at Stayne, or at least a bigger chance than I have now. No kingdom, no power, no good looks, nothing. I have to figure out how to get back the kingdom, that's my only chance. The only thing possible…' Those were the only thoughts running through my head as I conjured up a plan…

I ran through all of my potion books and conjured up a teleportation potion. I drew a pentacle and as I spilled the potion into the very center, I said: "take me to the Jabberwocky." In a puff of white smoke, I flew through a tube-like portal, blue and green lightning bouncing off the storm cloud walls in it. After I reached the third piece of lightning, I saw one last piece of blue lightning in the Transportal. It had the word "champion" on it. 'That has to be the road.' I had thought at the time, so I commanded myself to shrink… and I shrunk. I flew into the piece of lightning that sucked me in as I soared/crashed into the meadow next to the Jabberwocky's cave. I slowly said "Hello," to it. It opened one eye and just looked at me, it wasn't the evil thing everyone made it out to be, is what I had thought. I slowly, cautiously, walked up to it and touched the top of its head. It screeched at me as I jumped back immediately, knowing I had just done something dangerous, and I promptly fell into the bush behind me with a "whomp!"

The Jabberwocky started making weird, muffled, sounds, they sounded like muffled giggles. "Hey! That's mean!" I nagged at it, annoyed that it had seen me in such a lowly position. It stopped "giggling" and looked at me with a smirk on its face. "So what?" The Jabberwocky said, directly to my face too, looking me directly in the eye. I was a little scared, and slightly stepped back. Then I thought 'this is not the muchness I know I have. Come on. You want to win him over, don't you?' I thought to myself as I forced myself up, my black dress with red cloak I brushed off. I walked right back up to the Jabberwocky, brimming with anger and humiliation.

I speed-walk over to the Jabberwocky and let him have it, I tell him all the things I have never said to anyone, about my sister, Stayne, my family, my envy of my sister, and just yell at the Jabberwocky. I was huffing and puffing after I had let it all out, all those things I had been holding in for 2 and a half years now. I was exhausted, all those things had been weighing on me… I never really noticed how much of a burden it was until now.

The Jabberwocky just stares at me, almost shocked that a human would even dare to possibly yell at it. I just fake a smile, as I think about what I've just done. The creature could rip me apart in seconds; my potions wouldn't do much good if I don't have time to say the words to signal the result. I wait diligently with a potion in hand, the words on the tip of my tongue, for when the animal decides to kill me, but the time never comes. It just stares at me in shock. 'How dare I just do that?' Is what it seems to be thinking, and I am thinking the exact same thing.

'That had to have been the stupidest thing that I have ever done.' I think to myself as I contemplate how long it will take until I die.