A Blackened Rose
Chapter 2
Jim was worried. Something wasn't right...
He started running down the halls, going towards the Ballroom where King James and the guests were dancing. He began to run faster and faster, he needed to warn his master, this was important, the kingdom was in danger...
Then the dagger hit him in the back. Jim fell to the ground, grunting and groaning, and looked up to see who his murderer was.
King Harold stepped over the body, looking down into the almost dead steward.
"Did you really think I would let you get away with spoiling my plan? Really, I saw you listening the entire time."
The King pulled out the dagger, hid it in his robe, and walked towards the ballroom.
King James and the Princess Drucilla were soon married. It was a grand occasion. Nobles and Royals everywhere in the distant lands came to see the wedding. Drucilla's mother, the Queen Henrietta, planned everything from the unbelievably beautiful silk wedding dress with diamonds sewn into the material to the tiny miniature sugar roses no bigger than a fingernail that were placed on the rims of the gold plates.
James stood at the altar, looking at his bride, feeling happier than he had ever been in his life. This was she; he would spend the rest of his life with this woman.
Princess Drucilla walked slowly, as if going to her death. Tears streamed down her cheeks; she didn't love this man. She didn't want to marry him. She just wanted to go home. She looked at the expensive decorations, her gown, the hundreds of guests, and she felt her throat seize up. She was tempted to run away, but then she saw her father looking at her. He looked at her with encouragement, encouragement for this wicked sin she was about to commit. He whispered under his breath, "Go on you foolish girl, just a bit further..." Then the Princess was standing there, while the King took her trembling hand.
The priest said the vows, "Princess Drucilla, do you take thee, King James XI, to spend the rest of thy life with, to obey and to honor, until death do thee part?" (The vows were a little different back then, before women had rights. They could only obey and honor their husbands, not cherish.)
"I...I, I...I..."
King Harold looked at her. Drucilla swallowed.
"I do."
The people rejoiced, while King Harold let out his breath. It was done. His plan would work. Soon, Castalia would be his, along with its riches, and its vast, bountiful lands. He would soon be the most powerful man in the world.
After one month of marriage, James realized that he had made a mistake, a very big mistake. Her beauty had mesmerized him, but that was all she had, beauty. Throughout that month, Drucilla cried and wept, moaned and whimpered, until James grew weary. He did not rule his country with the same vigor and youth; he simply did what he must. Castalia slowly began to plunder into the mists.
Then, Drucilla found herself with child. She became much happier, for she would soon have a child to love. She did not love James, and she did not love anything about her new country. The food was too heavy, the people too noisy, the rats too big, and the castle not big enough. Yet now she felt it would change. Yes, it would now be different.
So, eight months later, Drucilla gave birth to a healthy, baby girl. She had blond hair and blue eyes just like her father. She was beautiful. Her name was Juliana.
Far across the sea, over the mountains, through the rain, in the land of Wellston, a letter was delivered, telling King Harold that he now had a granddaughter, and that he was invited to the christening. Harold threw the letter into the fire with rage; his plan was now threatened...by a little, tiny, baby girl.
As he watched the flames lick away the remnants of the letter that contained this awful news, he decided to do something about it...something evil, but it was unavoidable.
Hey! Well, first of all, thanks of course for reading this! I just have one thing to say. Everything so far read is completely my own, nothing of this is taken from the Grimm Brothers, Hans Christian Anderson, Charles Perrault or any other genius. All the names are mine everything. Soon, though, things from Snow White shall appear. Namely, the Poisoner of the Apple.
Michele: Drucilla is not Snow White.
Teigr: I'm so glad you like the description!
Shiseidox: I'm sorry I kept you agonizing so long!
Miss Piratess: YES! I'm going for that writing style, I'm trying hard to write darkly, because I don't usually! Thanks so much for that, it made me feel really happy!
Princess Amoreth: Thanks!
CrimsonEnchantress: Thank you, I'm so glad you like it so far!
Mel: Muahahahaha, you aren't going to guess this plot so easily!
Chapter 2
Jim was worried. Something wasn't right...
He started running down the halls, going towards the Ballroom where King James and the guests were dancing. He began to run faster and faster, he needed to warn his master, this was important, the kingdom was in danger...
Then the dagger hit him in the back. Jim fell to the ground, grunting and groaning, and looked up to see who his murderer was.
King Harold stepped over the body, looking down into the almost dead steward.
"Did you really think I would let you get away with spoiling my plan? Really, I saw you listening the entire time."
The King pulled out the dagger, hid it in his robe, and walked towards the ballroom.
King James and the Princess Drucilla were soon married. It was a grand occasion. Nobles and Royals everywhere in the distant lands came to see the wedding. Drucilla's mother, the Queen Henrietta, planned everything from the unbelievably beautiful silk wedding dress with diamonds sewn into the material to the tiny miniature sugar roses no bigger than a fingernail that were placed on the rims of the gold plates.
James stood at the altar, looking at his bride, feeling happier than he had ever been in his life. This was she; he would spend the rest of his life with this woman.
Princess Drucilla walked slowly, as if going to her death. Tears streamed down her cheeks; she didn't love this man. She didn't want to marry him. She just wanted to go home. She looked at the expensive decorations, her gown, the hundreds of guests, and she felt her throat seize up. She was tempted to run away, but then she saw her father looking at her. He looked at her with encouragement, encouragement for this wicked sin she was about to commit. He whispered under his breath, "Go on you foolish girl, just a bit further..." Then the Princess was standing there, while the King took her trembling hand.
The priest said the vows, "Princess Drucilla, do you take thee, King James XI, to spend the rest of thy life with, to obey and to honor, until death do thee part?" (The vows were a little different back then, before women had rights. They could only obey and honor their husbands, not cherish.)
"I...I, I...I..."
King Harold looked at her. Drucilla swallowed.
"I do."
The people rejoiced, while King Harold let out his breath. It was done. His plan would work. Soon, Castalia would be his, along with its riches, and its vast, bountiful lands. He would soon be the most powerful man in the world.
After one month of marriage, James realized that he had made a mistake, a very big mistake. Her beauty had mesmerized him, but that was all she had, beauty. Throughout that month, Drucilla cried and wept, moaned and whimpered, until James grew weary. He did not rule his country with the same vigor and youth; he simply did what he must. Castalia slowly began to plunder into the mists.
Then, Drucilla found herself with child. She became much happier, for she would soon have a child to love. She did not love James, and she did not love anything about her new country. The food was too heavy, the people too noisy, the rats too big, and the castle not big enough. Yet now she felt it would change. Yes, it would now be different.
So, eight months later, Drucilla gave birth to a healthy, baby girl. She had blond hair and blue eyes just like her father. She was beautiful. Her name was Juliana.
Far across the sea, over the mountains, through the rain, in the land of Wellston, a letter was delivered, telling King Harold that he now had a granddaughter, and that he was invited to the christening. Harold threw the letter into the fire with rage; his plan was now threatened...by a little, tiny, baby girl.
As he watched the flames lick away the remnants of the letter that contained this awful news, he decided to do something about it...something evil, but it was unavoidable.
Hey! Well, first of all, thanks of course for reading this! I just have one thing to say. Everything so far read is completely my own, nothing of this is taken from the Grimm Brothers, Hans Christian Anderson, Charles Perrault or any other genius. All the names are mine everything. Soon, though, things from Snow White shall appear. Namely, the Poisoner of the Apple.
Michele: Drucilla is not Snow White.
Teigr: I'm so glad you like the description!
Shiseidox: I'm sorry I kept you agonizing so long!
Miss Piratess: YES! I'm going for that writing style, I'm trying hard to write darkly, because I don't usually! Thanks so much for that, it made me feel really happy!
Princess Amoreth: Thanks!
CrimsonEnchantress: Thank you, I'm so glad you like it so far!
Mel: Muahahahaha, you aren't going to guess this plot so easily!