The next morning, I stagger out at the break of dawn. Images and feelings of ecstasy flood my mind, weakening my knees and leaving me dizzy. The guard looks at me questioningly, but it is not the one from last night. Good. They do not know. I press him against the wall, leaving him with a fiery kiss and a small, barely uttered "shhhh…". But I myself leave with a sickening feeling in my stomach and I smear my hand against my lips, disgusted by the taste of a man. Stumbling up the stairs, still filled with desire, I manage the mangling pathway till I find my father's throne. Pushing open the doors, everyone looks up. My clothes are ragged, my hair messing, my make up smeared, and the smell of sex reeks off of me.
"Father…" I begin.
"Out. Everyone, out." My father says, glaring until it is just us.
"I need a new servant. I want you spare Esmeralda. She will be worked to the bone, I assure you." I say, authority in my voice though I have no place other than the spoiled yet silent princess.
"I see. And how will you do so?" He asks, but I know he will, if only to spare the thrown humiliation from my sins.
I smirk, and my voice carries louder than I had thought it would. "Do you really need to ask me that father?"
Turning red, my father calls in another man and issues a decree. "Go with him, and save your rotten filth."
I grin and follow, smiling all the way.
As we get to the execution site, Esmeralda's ravishing neck is spread on the chopping block, and a rather huge bloke is holding a gleaming axe above it.
"STOP!" I yell, and he stops swinging looking up. Esmeralda must not realize it is me, for she kicks out, pulling her hair back so she can see as she makes an escape. She fights, knocking the man on his back and grabs the blade by the handle, holding it in front of her as she backs away.
I step on the stage, and she falters slightly. "Esmeralda. Either you die trying to escape, or you become my new personal servant. The spot just opened." I wink and hold out my hand. "Give me the axe."
"Princess!" The soldiers around me shout.
"Shut up." I reply, never looking at them or flinching as Esmeralda slowly and carefully places the handle in my open palm.
My hand grips it, and with the other outstretched palm I offer, she lightly places hers in mine. We smile at each other, walking off and I pass the axe on to the nearest soldier. The crowd boos, for there is no execution today.