How to kill a Shakespeare

How to kill a Shakspeare

AN:Thank you for clicking on my story and I hope you like it.Any feedback is amazing-M.H

Story begins:
I guess you're wondering about the title. I've got to say I've had a lot of time to think things through over these last few months. Wondering if my story would ever be good enough to tell. For me to finally tell my truth. Well I guess today's the day, as I'm writing this well you already know the deal.This is how to kill a Shakespeare.

So for you to understand why I did this you must know that everything you've been told is a lie. Everything you've been told about William Shakespeare that lived in the 16th century is not true.The William Shakespeare that wrote Romeo and Julie, Hamlet wasn't born then but that's a whole different story.You see I'm the daughter of Shakespeare, and now it's my turn to write a story. So let's begin.
I've always thought about something like this on occasion never thinking it would actually come true or me being responsible,until that fateful day I received the note. Having a name such as Shakespeare has it's benefits but it can have disadvantages which is what led me to that day.

The day was like any other going to school and learning everything you need to know by the time your 18 years old.That day I received a note from the office which stated that my father was here to pick me up which was very unlike him.Skeptical I walked to the office and they pointed me towards a blacked out range rover where a silhouette of a young man could just be made out.Of course i knew who it was and landed in the backseat with my bags kicked on the floor and a frown hung on my lips. The vehicle began to move as I stated in a bored tone "What do you want Hunter?"
"Is that anyway to talk to your crowned prince?" I eyed him from the back seat using the overhang mirror.A smirk was present on his lips with his black sunglassing hiding the mischievousness I would've spotted in his eyes."Oh i'm so sorry your highness i sincerely do apologize for my maner please spare me."I spoke jokingly trying to bow with the seatbelt blocking my way.I heard him chuckle from the passenger seat as the driver glared at me before i proceeded to message my father of my adventure.You're probably wondering how i can act like this with the crowned prince and not being throw in the dungeons.I grew up around him for some unknown reason, as my father spent a lot of time at what he calls work, so my babysitters who were the maids of the king and queen introduced me to Hunter.We  became inseparable and sooner or later I was added to their family although i have no status or responsibilities of the royals.

It was about an hour later we pulled up to Willow Manor which was a safe house for the royals no one knew about.I suddenly got worried as this place was only used when the royals were in danger or some very serious information was about to be released.I prayed it was the latter.We entered the mansion as the sun began to set which echoed a dazy pink light through the windows.Dust was highlighted from atop objects as most of the rooms thankfully hadn't be used in years.We walked down hallways i was all too familiar with and once we passed all the safe rooms i knew about i gave a sigh of relief.At the end of the hallway we entered a room by ourselves while the guards positioned themselves outside the doors.It concerned me as there had always had to be guards in a room with us at all times incase someone crashed through the windows that surrounded all the rooms from top to bottom.I looked around and realised there was no windows or light coming from anywhere but a candle on a desk that separate me and Hunter.Fear began to grow inside me as Hunter nodded to the chair he was sat across from.I sat down trying to not show my fear as he slid of his sunglasses and raked through his dirt blond hair with his fingers.I waited for him to speak not knowing what to say.For the next 2 minutes which seemed like hours we sat in silence, him combing through his hair and patting down his pockets while i sat still, only moving to drink a glass of water that had been on the table since the arrival to this room.Hunter caught my attention with a sound of victory and placed something wrapped in black cloth on the desk that separated us.I looked at him then at the objects with confusion. "It's for you," He stated "I want you to use it." I picked the objects up and began to unwrap the black cloth that hid it's value.Upon the first glance a sheet of silver betrayed me and the object fell to the ground with a clang. I looked at the Hunter in fear "What the....What do you want me to do?" I exclaimed fear being evident in my voice as i didn't dare to look at the dagger that just laid before me.A laugh escaped his mouth as he stood and turned to retrieve the weapon "Relax it's fake."He reassured me while pressing the knife into his hand as the tip retracted itself into the handle, where a secret pocket lied until the silver had vanished and all that remained was the top of the handle and a palm with no damage.He slowly retracted the dagger from his hand until it looked as it once did before turning to wrap it into the black cloth and handing it to me.My body had relaxed and I hid the object in my bag surprised that it felt just like a sold piece of metal."So what do you want me to do with the object."I asked as we were both seated again. "I want you to stab your father,"He stated calmly. My eyes went wide and I struggled for breath. "What?" I managed to breath out. He laughed again.That was starting to get annoying. "We both know our annual prank festival is coming up and I thought about you pranking your father with stabbing him with a fake weapon just like his story Macbeth."Hunter spoke as if he was stating the obvious."Just like Macbeth?" I questioned with raised eyebrows. Hunter just rolled his eyes and said "Yeah i know the king actually dies and Macbeth goes insane but this is all fake and your father is gonna let us win.So will you do it?"He asked. I thought about it for a second.Every year we have a prank festival where we prank our parents and my father always gets to decide the best prank as the pranks are based on his plays,before giving the parent and child a luxurious prize.I had never won before but maybe this year would be different."So how is this going to work?" I questioned,a smirk making its way to both our lips before Hunter dived into the plan.