Anastasia snuck out of her room one dark, rainy night. She was going to kill James, her little brother. Oh, that pesky brat. He had made a fatal mistake when he disobeyed his sister and saw her last murder. Had he listened when Anastasia told him to never follow her into the forest, his fate would have never been sealed by murder.
She walked gracefully through the dark corridors of the castle. She held a dagger close by her side and out of the moonlight. It would lead to her demise if any guard shall see the shine of the blade. Anastasia shook the thought away. There was no need to worry about that. The guard who protected her wretched brother at night was a very naughty man. If she was caught, all that needed to be done was give up her body for him. It would all be worth it to see James dead.
Sneaking in the shadows, she smiled to herself. This would be the best kill she has ever done. James has always been a pest; a nuisance to everyone around him. He would do everything from calling people names to peeking up a woman's skirt but would never get in trouble for any of it. Their wicked mother had always liked him better. Having finally gotten rid of him would be the best thing that has ever happened to her. Her mind was filled with diabolical plans; she knew twenty ways to kill with that dagger, which she would not even have to use. In fact, Anastasia knew of several ways to kill without the slightest weapon near her.
She came to a halt when she came upon a guard standing in front of two ginormous wooden doors. In his hand was a sword that had gone through many bodies in his time; many peasants had gone mad at wanted to kidnap the royal family. What might have scared many young women her age made Anastasia feel so much stronger. Perfect; her wonderful moment would be just seconds away.
"Good evening, Princess Anastasia," the guard said quietly as she approached him. A nasty smile played on his lips as his eyes rested on Anastasia's huge breasts peeking out of her tight, black dress with a gigantic scoop neck. She had worn it for this purpose; just for him. He has always been attracted to her in this way; had always wanted to lay his hands on her. Alas, the king would have his head.
"Good evening, Sir Edmund," she answered with a smile equivalent to his. Yes, she would do it if she had to. It was the only way to complete her mission. She let her dagger show in the moonlight as walked. It would not matter if anyone saw it now.
Sir Edmund's smile dropped. "And why must you be up so late with a weapon like that? A woman like yourself should not have a weapon at all."
Anastasia's smile only grew as she was barely a half meter away from him not. "Oh Sir Edmund," she purred as she closed the gap between them and pressed her body tightly against his, "are you willing to make a trade?" She pulled up skirt of her long dress and then took ahold of his hand. She slowly slid his warm hand up her thigh and into her panties, where he instantly gripped the soft skin.
He placed his other hand underneath her chin and gently pulled it up so she could meet his lusting green eyes. "The king would not like this," he murmured. Although his words were rejecting, his eyes told a different story. He longed for this moment for so long and was not expecting even more.
"My father would never find us to a secret hide-out of mine," she answered and kissed his neck.
"Shall we go now then?" His voice was almost trembling with excitement.
"No, not yet. But in a moment; I need to take care of business." Anastasia's face went from seductive to evil in a matter of seconds. She watched as his gaze drifted to the dagger still in her free hand.
Sir Edmund was hesitant, but after a while finally responded, "Very well, but hurry. I will be waiting in the garden." With that, he gave her a hot, long passionate kiss and left.
Her smile was larger than ever. She quietly opened the heavy doors and glided into the room. Slowly closing the door, she walked over to the edge of James's bed.
She looked over him with obvious disgust. Her brother had the same blonde hair, nose shape, and fair skin as she. Whenever he'd show his eyes, they would reveal the same crystal blue ones as her as well. Anastasia pondered on how someone she truly hated could look so much like her.
She took a deep breath and raised the dagger over his heart. This was finally it. A smile stretched across her face so that her cheeks hurt as she quickly lowered her arm. The sharp blade was about to make contact with James's delicate skin when the door flung open. In ran a group of five heavily-armed guards and surrounded her. James woke up with a start and screamed when he saw what was happening around him.
Two guards grabbed Anastasia by the arms as the king walked in holding Sir Edmund's bloody, limp body by the neck. His eyes were filled with rage. "Kill her," he yelled. "Kill her and send her to Hell like this damned bastard!" He threw his body at her feet. The remaining three guards grabbed their swords as she screamed. Before she could even try to jerk out of the guard's tight grasps, the swords were shoved into her soft flesh. Her head jerked up, her eyes wide and mouth agape.
The world became dark as her body was rendered limp and lifeless.