The first rays of sunlight reflected on her bright red hair. The girl
stirred in her bed and blinked a few times before she yawned loudly and
swiftly got out of her bed. As if they had been waiting for the girl to
wake up two servant girls came running in the room.
Both servants looked at the ground while ading the small lady with her hair and gown. The girl nor the servants exchanged a single word and when they were done with their duties the girl waved her hand slightly and both women stepped back and bend their heads in awe in order to let her leave the room..
With her freckled nose high in the air she entered the throne-room, ignoring every servant or guard she passed, to find her father there. Not taking any breakfast but having a meeting with the high-commander, this was not the state the princess hoped to find her father in.
'My heart!', exclaimed the king as soon as he took notice of his daughter. The princess's cheeks turned pink. She turned on her heal and left the throne-room, the same way she had entered it.
The king stared at the spot his daughter had just disappeared and sighed deeply. 'I spoiled her too much didn't I? And now it's backfiring at me.. What should I do Torc?' He looked at his commander expecting an answer, but all he received was a smirk. It was all he ever received from his staff, his citisens.. everyone.. The price for being a king..
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Deirdre ran through the halls of the castle, in the direction of Cathbad's chamber. At least the druid would be there to talk to or rather.. to listen to her complains!
'Cah-aaaaAAARGH!!' she burst in the door, looking directly into the face of a blonde cheeky-looking boy. There was dirt on his face and his clothes and he was holding a great broomstick, obviously to big to handle for a boy of his age.
'Who-.. Where-.. What are you doing here?', Deirdre was somewhat flabbergasted of his appearance. She wasn't her convident selve as usual, which had everything to do with the curiousity towards the boy. There weren't any children in the castle, and naturally she had to find out everything about this boy. Maybe he could become her personal servant?
'Sweaping the floors, so you can tread on them safely, without fearing your shoes becoming dirty!', the boy lifted his chin up, a grin on his face.
Suddenly a soft chuckle emerged from under the potions-table. Deirdre widened her eyes. This was unheard of! They were mocking her! 'How dare you! Show yourself! Whoever you are, you and your friend cannot get away with this!'
The face that appeared was even dirtier than that of the blonde boy. Black sprakling eyes were daringly gazing at her. The small dark boy crossed his arms over his chest and said: 'Whatever will you do with us then, I wonder? Will you..' he rolled his eyes upwards, pretending to be thinking hard, 'Scratch us?' His friend joined in. 'No Angus, I'm afraid she'll have a faith much worse for us! She might.. tickle us!!'
They both bursted out in laughter. Deirdre stampfooted. 'When I become queen one day I will both see you hanged!' 'Queen one day?', Angus whiped away an invisible tear. 'I'm sorry to break it to you, but you're not..' 'Princess Deirdre!' Rohan interrupted his friend, his eyes wide in terror. The princess! He had just mocked a princess! Angus frowned and than gasped. It suddenly fell all into place.
The look on the faces of the boys said enough. With a self-absorbed smile on her lips Deirdre turned and left the chambre, leaving two desperate boys.
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Deirdre held her breath and narrowed her eyes as she saw the arm of the guard lower for another strike. Angus exclaimed a heart-breaking moan as he took another blow. His small body was shaking as the guard took him of the floor and tried to stand him up.
'Carry him to my chamber', a worried Cathbad said, putting one hand on Angus's sweat-stained brow.
At this point Deirdre was sobbing uncontrollably. 'Father, I never.. never meant to..' The king lay a hand on her shoulder. 'Did you not tell me they were teasing you? Is this not what they deserved for disrespecting their future queen?'
The king gave a signal to bring forth the second boy. Rohan was quivering with fear, tears were trickling down his face. 'No father please! They didn't know I was princess! They didn't know!', Deirdre was now screaming hysterically.
'Didn't they Deirdre?', the expression in the eyes of the king saddened. 'Release the boy..' he waved his hand and as soon as Rohan was set free he ran off to Cathbad to see his friend.
Connoher shivered. He had just tortured an innocent boy for being merely a boy. If only his daughter would've been.. normal.. If only he'd been. But they weren't. They were, after all, royalty.
Both servants looked at the ground while ading the small lady with her hair and gown. The girl nor the servants exchanged a single word and when they were done with their duties the girl waved her hand slightly and both women stepped back and bend their heads in awe in order to let her leave the room..
With her freckled nose high in the air she entered the throne-room, ignoring every servant or guard she passed, to find her father there. Not taking any breakfast but having a meeting with the high-commander, this was not the state the princess hoped to find her father in.
'My heart!', exclaimed the king as soon as he took notice of his daughter. The princess's cheeks turned pink. She turned on her heal and left the throne-room, the same way she had entered it.
The king stared at the spot his daughter had just disappeared and sighed deeply. 'I spoiled her too much didn't I? And now it's backfiring at me.. What should I do Torc?' He looked at his commander expecting an answer, but all he received was a smirk. It was all he ever received from his staff, his citisens.. everyone.. The price for being a king..
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Deirdre ran through the halls of the castle, in the direction of Cathbad's chamber. At least the druid would be there to talk to or rather.. to listen to her complains!
'Cah-aaaaAAARGH!!' she burst in the door, looking directly into the face of a blonde cheeky-looking boy. There was dirt on his face and his clothes and he was holding a great broomstick, obviously to big to handle for a boy of his age.
'Who-.. Where-.. What are you doing here?', Deirdre was somewhat flabbergasted of his appearance. She wasn't her convident selve as usual, which had everything to do with the curiousity towards the boy. There weren't any children in the castle, and naturally she had to find out everything about this boy. Maybe he could become her personal servant?
'Sweaping the floors, so you can tread on them safely, without fearing your shoes becoming dirty!', the boy lifted his chin up, a grin on his face.
Suddenly a soft chuckle emerged from under the potions-table. Deirdre widened her eyes. This was unheard of! They were mocking her! 'How dare you! Show yourself! Whoever you are, you and your friend cannot get away with this!'
The face that appeared was even dirtier than that of the blonde boy. Black sprakling eyes were daringly gazing at her. The small dark boy crossed his arms over his chest and said: 'Whatever will you do with us then, I wonder? Will you..' he rolled his eyes upwards, pretending to be thinking hard, 'Scratch us?' His friend joined in. 'No Angus, I'm afraid she'll have a faith much worse for us! She might.. tickle us!!'
They both bursted out in laughter. Deirdre stampfooted. 'When I become queen one day I will both see you hanged!' 'Queen one day?', Angus whiped away an invisible tear. 'I'm sorry to break it to you, but you're not..' 'Princess Deirdre!' Rohan interrupted his friend, his eyes wide in terror. The princess! He had just mocked a princess! Angus frowned and than gasped. It suddenly fell all into place.
The look on the faces of the boys said enough. With a self-absorbed smile on her lips Deirdre turned and left the chambre, leaving two desperate boys.
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Deirdre held her breath and narrowed her eyes as she saw the arm of the guard lower for another strike. Angus exclaimed a heart-breaking moan as he took another blow. His small body was shaking as the guard took him of the floor and tried to stand him up.
'Carry him to my chamber', a worried Cathbad said, putting one hand on Angus's sweat-stained brow.
At this point Deirdre was sobbing uncontrollably. 'Father, I never.. never meant to..' The king lay a hand on her shoulder. 'Did you not tell me they were teasing you? Is this not what they deserved for disrespecting their future queen?'
The king gave a signal to bring forth the second boy. Rohan was quivering with fear, tears were trickling down his face. 'No father please! They didn't know I was princess! They didn't know!', Deirdre was now screaming hysterically.
'Didn't they Deirdre?', the expression in the eyes of the king saddened. 'Release the boy..' he waved his hand and as soon as Rohan was set free he ran off to Cathbad to see his friend.
Connoher shivered. He had just tortured an innocent boy for being merely a boy. If only his daughter would've been.. normal.. If only he'd been. But they weren't. They were, after all, royalty.