Ch.

Enchanting Forthcoming

A princess’ duty once born as a royal is to grow as a lady and

adapt to a perfect ideal wife to be sold off to the third cousin that

runs through the royalties’ bloodline. To serve a prince that may

treat you like shit and to keep a doll-like smile on your face. My

mother, a lady forced away from her own mother, ripped away and thrown

into a castle to learn as well as being a princess for my father. All

because my grandfather decided to bang a maid.

“Laria! Sweetheart, it’s time for your outfit fitting for the party tonight!” my mother

shouted with ease from downstairs. Another fitting, when will it end? Right, until I am in a

maids outfit or worst, a slave outfit serving my husband like well basically a slave. Although I am

annoyed 24/7 with being a princess, I followed my mother's orders because she’s already been

through so much, especially now with my father getting of age and is soon to step down as king.

The thought of me being the Queen of Barzarameth has never even crossed my mind since I was

a little girl. Walking through these lonely halls of elegant rooms and portraits of my descendant

family members, some with disabilities, was always sad for me seeing as my mother couldn’t

have another child and I was to be unaccompanied for what felt like eons. I was sad and

depressed every day playing clean my room or picking up the toys or let’s play with makeup with

my maids.

Then we shall strike in the evening and kidnap the girl.

“Hm?” I questioned out loud as I began to walk slowly, touching the cold and polished
walls of the house.

“Is someone there?” I whispered in hopes of getting an answer but there was nothing but

distant wind.

These walls have always been mysterious and probably crawling with secrets but I dare

not to travel due to worst-case scenarios. “Laria?!” That time was my father, I better hurry. As I

rushed into our wardrobe room full of clothing for special occasions, in the room there was my

mother, my father, and our fashionable close family friend for years, Hemsworth the sixth.

My mother in her 50s with fair and plain, wool-like skin that compliments her pearly

white teeth and darkish pink lips. Standing tall next to my father as she is dressed in my father's

mother's dress that completes the shape of her body with a light hint of purple and white design

against her.

My father, being the tallest out of everyone in the room, a very vintage and yet modern

man with future-like conversation skills. He was every party’s animal, yet he’s the one I admire

the most. From such a young age to lose his father and instantly become king at the age of 14,

having to deal with the rebellion of his people ridiculing him based on his age when he has

trained to be king for years. Now he stands even in his late 70s in his crown that caresses his

curly but straight brown hair. Even if he is wrinkly, he has the child-like wonder and aroma of a

12-year-old. A brown and plaid striped shirt and pants that were tight but even though my father

is an old fart, he still kept in shape and was built like a sexy Santa.

Now Hemsworth, a man who is older than my father and I combined. A man of few words

and cheerful laughter though the sound is mostly as a whisper. I don’t know as much as my

father and mother know but he seems to be like their best friend.

“Laria, as you know tonight's the nigh-“ I interrupted her because I already knew what

tonight was meant for. “Yes, yes. The night that father announces his duty as king to be

sustained until further information on me becoming queen” My mother nodded at my

professional attention to detail of tonight’s event since it is very important. “You also know you
have to be on your best behavior and impress the other Kings and Queens of Kerala,

Arthamedist, and Withnorth as well as a few family members” I rolled my eyes because I swear

she explains everything to me as if I’m not intelligent, I hope she knows I’m the one who helped

her figure out that orange juice comes from the fruit, not the color. After that little intro, I got

dressed into the tightest dress that is made known to man, although it is cute because of the

white ending ruffles at the edge of the dress and the pastel pink, I never found myself fond of

dresses in general.

The party was only an hour away, the anticipation and anxiety ran through the halls in

every direction, it was suffocating! I left the main ballroom of the castle and went for a walk

outside in our aquatic garden. I remember the day Father first told me that he would get some

fish for me, I can’t help but realize how much of a daddy’s girl I was. It’s embarrassing but I like

to come out here and sit down at the fountain, watching and feeling the water splash as I watch

Laria Jr. and Quid swim around with their families. It’s peaceful out here.

How much do you think we’ll get when we sell her?

She’s quite enchanting don’t cha think?

How about we just make her our toy?

Those voices… I remember them. The ones in the hall.. in the walls… I looked around

cautiously and vigorously, who are they kidnapping? Was it me? My mother? Perhaps a maid?

“Excuse me, whoever you are! You better not even try to kidnap anyone because I promise you,

you’ll be killed on the spot before you can lay a single slimy disgusting hand on any woman!”

With that and a scared whimper later after having to be responded with a growl the size of a

whale, I fled. I have to warn the guards! However, I was caught by my mother and her trancelike

smile, she wanted to introduce me to the Prince of Withnorth. From a long distance, he looked

like your basic womanizer, crowded around maids and servants who should be doing their job

but are flirting with an ass of a donkey.

evacuate. She only chuckled half-heartedly and smiled then ruffled my hair. I think she still

qualifies me as a kid even though I’m 16. I needed some way to warn her, I looked around the

room and only saw drunken Kings laughing together as Queens gossip about others in a corner.

I saw kids running around the ballroom and out the doors and having the butlers bring them

back, it may seem merry and joyful but who knows how long we have left until-

Crash

Boom

Oh no. It’s too late… in an instant like a blink of the eye, everyone who was happy and

jolly with smiles on their faces were now full of terror and horror of soon to come death. I heard

a groan of pain and looked at the front door of the ballroom and a man, holding his stomach as

blood started to gush out of his neck and torso. I ran over to a woman who came in after him

who was only stabbed in the back, held up her body as she dropped blood down the hall, and

smeared it into the now crumbled, cracked slightly polished wall. “What happened?!” I

screamed at her as she looked at me with tears in her eyes. “G-goblins… attack.. kidnap...” she

could barely speak and her body went limp, I grabbed her face and looked at her in the eyes that

were now blanked. I placed her body gently onto the floor and ran back into the crowd with

vigorous tears in my eyes and blood on my arms and dress.

I needed to find my parents but right as I saw my Mother and Father huddling each

other in protection, the wall behind them clasped on top of them. I didn’t even get to save them

or even get close to them so I could. They started to flood in, goblins as green as the grass, eyes

the size of a wine glass. Their backs were limped over as they rushed in—in different sizes and

had rage and vengeance in their eyes that were dilated and their pupils pulsed. I couldn’t move, I

fell to my knees and cried into my hands as a pool of blood started to flush around the floor as

the goblins pounded onto my parents’ dead corpses. I was lifted up in someone’s arms and

rushed out of the room as I felt the cold air on my blood-covered arms drying it, I didn’t know
who this person was and frankly, I didn’t care. I don’t care anymore. Lifelike this isn’t worth

living, they can kill me, strangle me, throw me off a bridge, have a horse trample over my body,

or just use me in any way they want. I just didn’t want to live in this world anymore.

“Are you alright princess?” It was a deep husky voice, the way they spoke… it didn’t sound

“proper.” Was this a goblin? I lifted my head away from my wet hands and looked at the person

holding me. It was a goblin… I guess this is probably their plan all along, the voices in the walls.

Screw it, it doesn’t matter. I looked back at the castle and it was in flames, it imploded onto

itself. Crumbling to the ground, the only home I’ve ever known and grew up in. Even if I was all

alone, it was my home...

Tears fell down my face as I sniffled and as I was being kidnapped by a fucking goblin.

“Mom… Dad…” I whispered in pain as I slowly started to pass out.