Chapter 5: Kane
The thunder shook the shutters, the lightening creeping through the cracks. The small bungalow I was forced to seek refuge in was nothing more then a peasant's hut decorated like a lord's getaway. I herd the hooves of a cantering mare as she fled with her master, the duke, into the storm. I would make my return to the castle by marrow's day break, back to those cold halls; emptied of anything that was mine. I had finally been rid of a pompous fool of a father, and soon I would extinguish many more pests. I looked upon the fire; each flame flickered and grew, succumbed by the might of the next blaze. I tried to relax against the blood red velvet, but each stroke of the fabric beneath me rendered a rush of memory of her. Screams and yells, poured out of her mouth: her body yanking and pulling doing anything to escape my grasp. Her tiny wrist enclosed in my fingers: her porcelain skin, her midnight like hair flowing through my fingers, her luscious lips only inches away from me. NO! I wouldn't dwell in that memory. No matter her beauty and allure— she could only be mine, when a crown adorned my head. And I was determined to have both, my kingdom and her. Neither was in my grasp, but my plan would render them to me. I would have Princeton's head on my mantel, like a hunted buck; and Snow White would be mine, forever. The memories once again flooded my mind— her tiny wrist snapping in my grasp, soon it would be Princeton's neck instead.