Gods and Monsters

Prologue Part 1:

Princess Adalyn POV:

I have never felt so much pain in my life. I might as well have all the bones in my body shatter all at once. No, no, I am not dying. I am giving birth. My screams of pain echo throughout the entire west wing of the palace, all while biting on a towel to muffle the sound. The child is coming earlier than i had anticipated. I thought I would have more time, but I was wrong. Just as I walked into my bedroom on the top story of the palace, my water broke.

As I was being yelled at to "push" or being told that my "baby is almost here", my father just stood at the door, deep in thought, not even comforting his own daughter. He is a king, I am his little princess, and just the thought of him not being there for me as he always has seemed like an impossibility.

The gender of the baby, I do not yet know. I have always wanted a baby girl, to name her Corona after my mother. I want to dress her up in tiny pink gowns and braid her hair into bows, to love her.

Almost as if the Gods were listening in to my thoughts, a beautiful baby girl was placed into my hands. At this very moment, I cannot think of another moment I had been so happy.

"My child", I whispered to my daughter, "You are my princess, Princess Corona. I love you." Not long after she was placed into my hands, she was taken from me. What I did not expect was that my father had taken her.

The father of the child is a palace guard, Triston. I was strictly forbidden from seeing one of my own guards, but I could not contain myself, I love him.

When father found out about this he was beyond furious. Immediately he sent security to find Triston and have him executed for having a secret affair with the princess. However, to my relief, he was not found. He must have ran when he had the chance, a smart man indeed.

I thought that until he started banging on the wooden door to my bedroom. "Adalyn! Open the door! Adalyn!" I recognize that voice anywhere.

"Triston!" I yelled. Little did I know that had to have been my worst mistake. At the sound of his name, my father instantly handed the baby to a maid, whispering something into her ear. She clearly disagreed with his orders, until he yelled "JUST DO IT!" The poor maid scurried out of the room with my child in hand. I assumed she was bringing Corona to her small room to sleep. I made a note to self to paint that room pink one of these days.

Father opened the door, knife in hand. "Father what do you plan to do?!" I yelled. I had no strength to even stand up. He ignored me, opened the door and jabbing Triston right in the stomach. Bent over, he held his new wound and attempted to seize the bleeding. Crimson red stained his hands and stomach.

"TRISTON!" I yelled with all my might. I felt pain all over again, not physical, emotional. This is worse than giving birth, when I was giving birth to my baby Corona, I felt happiness and worth. Right now, my love was going to be murdered by my own father.

When I thought there was no hope for Triston, he stood up, he took his sword, he looked into my eyes, he said to me "Adalyn, forgive me," and he killed my father.

Now, the entire palace will hear my scream.

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(A/N: I will have posted "Prologue Part 2" by Friday, June 26. Thanks for reading!)