My Princess

Chapter 15

"Okay, well then how did you get the old knight gear?" Cronus asked, thankfully changing the subject.

"Oh yeah, well after I was attacked I found an old barn. Then this old couple helped nurse me back to health. Then they gave me their son's old armor. They said that king had wrongfully killed their child and then they gave the dagger that ended his life." I held it out for them to see. "They told me to use it to kill the king. And then they gave me a small painting and a... note." I felt around until I found the small pieces of paper. I handed the picture to Clara and Cronus. But I kept the note to myself. I had never finished reading it. I slowly unfold the paper.

"To my dearest mother and father,

I am sorry. I regret to tell you that if you are reading this than I am dead. I have been denied the right to marry Grace because she is not of noble blood. This is a problem because she is with child now. I had dreamt of being a father and watching a child of my own growing up but that does not seem to be my reality. No matter what happens to me, I want you to know that I will always be your son and I will fight till the very end for the life my child deserves. Grace says she is positive that the child is a girl. She is on the run now, heading out to your place. Please keep an eye out for her and protect her and the child. And tell that child the moment she is brought into this world that I love her very much. And I will always love my beautiful daughter Myra."

Your son,

Lance.

My heart stops. I rip the painting out of Cronus's hands. He and Clara look at me confused.

The women, Grace. Long blonde hair and brown eyes. The man has curly blonde hair and bright green eyes. These are familiar, I see the same whenever I look into my reflection.

"What's the matter?" Clara asked.

"These people... they aren't just Lance and Grace," I say, talking to myself. "This is my family, these are my parents. The king, h...he killed them." I clench my fists.

"Wait, how do you know?" asks Cronus. I had them the letter. "Oh, God." They say in unison.

"Myra, I am so sorry." Clara takes my hand and I instantly relax a little. "I knew my father could be cruel, but this, this is just unforgivable. I have never truly loved him because of the cruel, sick things he has done. I am given you my blessing. You can kill him. Take his life just as he took your family's just as he wants to take yours."

I just nod my head, my anger not allowing me to speak. Then we hear rustling in

the bushes. I push Clara behind me and both Cronus and I unsheathe our weapons. Then the evil men that attacked me not so long ago came sprinting towards us. They stopped and smiled.

"Just in time." Says the biggest man. "We brought friends."

Out of nowhere knights came pouring out of the woods surrounding us. There was at least 20 or 30 on horseback. Then they charged.

Cronus yelled at them trying to get them to stop. He resorted to just knocking them out instead of killing them. I tried to follow his lead but we were being overpowered. Then from behind me, I started seeing arrows flying and embedding themselves in the knights. I looked behind me to see Clara shooting my bow and never missing. I forgot she was an incredible shot.

But all too soon she was caught and she was weak and it only took one knight to keep her restrained. Cronus and I kept fighting but soon enough we too were stopped. And even the evil men were captured, even though they lead the Knights to us. Then I weird smelling rag was placed over my face. I tried not to breathe but I was too late and I was gone.

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I slowly open my eyes but I can't see anything.

Drip.

I am laying and something hard, and when I tried to move I realized my hands have been bound above my head and my legs get trapped as well.

Drip.

I can feel something tapping on my face.

Drip.

"This is an ancient form of torture designed to make even the sanest person go mad. Instead of killing a perfectly beautiful girl, will a hellfire spirit. We decided to make you into a mindless slave. We will break you down to the point where you won't even remember your name. You once called my knights 'my bitches.' You have no idea what you're talking" The king's cold voice whispers. "Welcome to hell, my little bitch."

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.