Old Victorian Medieval Love A Princess Falling For The NonAverage Prince Chapter One

A Princess Falling For The NonAverage Prince

Chapter Nine

If you was thinking he kissed me your wrong, dead wrong. What he did was take a freshly sharpened blade and stabbed me in the gut with it, fresh blood staining the dress, and his hand, tiny drops slowly dropping on the ground, running down my legs, caressing them smoothly. My brother, my fiancé, and his brother all gasped, but I however just looked at this man, my mouth open gasping for air, as I dig my nails into his hand, blood seeping from my nail marks, listening to him grunt. “Now Princess how will you defend yourself,” he whispered harshly into my ear. I coughed up blood, a small trail of blood running down my chin. “Heh…I’m gonna do this,” I whispered to him, smirking at him. Lifting my leg up I knee him between his legs, hitting him between the eyes kicking him in the stomach, and for the finishing touches stabbing him in the side and stomach too. Watching as he fell to the ground groaning gasping for air, looking at me with angered yet impressed eyes. I lean on the vine covered wall, holding my stomach tight gasping, glaring at this man even more. “Ugh…very…impressive for…ugh…a princess,” he grunted sitting up, his blood staining his clothes and the gray cement floor of the porch, my brother stepping in between us angered by this act between us. “Alright that IS ENOUGH,” he yelled glaring at both of us, “Dorian, Daemion take my sister and our maid inside, get my sister cleaned up now! I will deal with you once they are gone,” he growled again watching as the rest of us left him alone with the barbarian as I call him now. He turned to face the man, watching as he stood up groaning. “Who in the hell are you,” he growled shifting on his feet side to side. The man chuckled picking up his axe. “Ah tis a shame you don’t remember me, we was friends years ago, before you became King Dachi. Eh no matter its Slaine Mac Roth remember me, friend,” the man introduced leaning on his axe, his eyes tired, his posture hunched over. “SLAINE! Ah it is good to see you, sorry for everything, I’ve just been really stressed, and with you and my sister fighting, attacking each other I just couldn’t think straight. Come in come in,” Dachi smiled hugging his old time friend, leading him inside, Slaine still holding his wounds, gritting his teeth with each step. “Oh come with me to the infirmary so we can stitch up those wounds my sister had created. Sorry for her, she doesn’t like it when a man pushes a woman around, she believes women are more superior then men, and I have to say I agree with her,” Dachi rambled on showing Slaine to the infirmary, just as I stepped out of the room, in nothing but a towel, blushing a bright red, before turning around walking back inside. They followed after me, Slaine stripping from his tunic, getting his wound fixed up. “So you are Nabru, Dachi’s younger sister. Well it is an honor to meet the beautiful woman your brother talked so much about years ago when we was on adventures together. It is also more of an honor to have wounds that will leave a good scar by such a beautiful woman,” he chuckled while he was getting stitched up. I scoffed rolling my eyes, walking out of the room, leaving the men to talk with themselves heading up to my room, slamming the door shut. Dropping the towel, I put on a night gown slowly climbing down out of my window, sitting down in front of the waterfall, sighing through my nose. My eyes filled with sadness, my small feet dangling in the ice cold water as the freezing breath of winter surrounds me. “What is wrong my child,” a soft whisper breathed calmly in my ear, moving around me, sitting down across from me, sitting on the silver rock in the middle of the creek. “So many things are happening…this man Daemion, I really liked him, and he goes and cheats on me, we are supposed to be married, but I cant marry him. His brother is real charmer, a sweet gentleman, he is more my type, and he is at least available so I can marry him, if I wanted. And this new comer, I have yet to learn his name, had stabbed me and beat me like I was a girl he could push around, ugh…men like that piss me off so much. But I don’t know something else is bothering me, and I cant place it,” I spoke to the spirit sitting Indian style on the rock, the bright glowing spirit smiled. “Oh dear child, you are so conflicted, I pity you. But it is going to be okay, trust me, my child everything will come to you in the end and you will find out what else troubles you, but it is not troubling you child, it is…giving you sense of comfort in a way. I have to leave now someone is coming, just go with the flow child,” the spirit chuckled as it disappeared, and soft shuffling approached behind me, a warm hand on my bare shoulder. Oh how I liked the warmth on my bare skin. “Please leave me alone,” I whispered not wanting to be hurt anymore today. My head hanging low, as a single tear runs down my face. It just hurt to much knowing who it was. Daemion.

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