 Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2018 1:59 pm
Thalea My Corrupted Prince
Username: Thalea
Name of Prince: Prince Malik Salanaceae
What memento/mementos does he have from princess/es: From the oldest: Her special talisman to ward off evil; from the youngest: A crown. And from the one he loved the most: Her heart in a small wooden box.
Your Prompt:
The deep searing pain that followed the sense of being alone caused hate to bubble up to the surface, why could they be happy, but not he? Just because he did not fit into the niche of their narcissus world, did not mean that he could not be happy and he would be, once he got his revenge.
Three mares, each a princess in their own right, each insufferably vain and contemptuous. In their twisted self-deluded eyes, they could do no wrong, but oh, how wrong they were.
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It was three months ago, while Prince Malik was on his journey to relieve himself of the sorrow and loneliness that had become his constant companion, he came across three of the most beautiful mares in the world. Beneath the rays of the sun, they basked, communicating in idle chatter to each other; each mare radiated a sense of empowerment. A minute passed, but to the prince it felt as if it had been a year and he did not regret it, standing in their presence cured him of his loneliness, when one mare broke away from the group a smile on her lovely countenance as she approached the stallion, “Welcome to the Kingdom of the Three Princesses. We three are the sovereigns of this realm; I am Natalliah, the middle sister.” Prince Malik bowed his head to the mare with the golden auburn hair and pale brown eyes, “My sister, Rebakiah, the eldest,” a mare with dark brown hair stepped forward and gave a slight bow to the stallion, her green eyes flashing. The last mare in the glen took a step forward, her icy blue eyes glaring at the Prince with contempt and her dark blond bangs falling forward to cover one of her eyes, with a huff she blew the strand out of her way, a bored expression on her face, “And the youngest, Caylyn,” Natalliah stated before she fell silent, her duty done. A feeling stirred in the prince as he watched the youngest sister, who did she think she was to treat him with such scorn, he was a prince!
“The pleasure is mine, I am Prince Malik Salanaceae,” he watched as the younger sister’s eyes darted back to him as she reevaluated him, her lips curled up in distaste, “You look like no prince I have ever seen. You are plain and unattractive; you may be a prince, but you are unwilling of our presence.” With a flip of her hair, the immature princess stomped off into the woods, most likely expecting her sisters to follow. They did not.
Natalliah had an apologetic look upon her face, “Please do forgive Caylyn, she is young and brash… and vocal, but she does have a point, if you are a prince, why are you dressed so plainly and so far from home?” Malik met the middle sister’s eyes and felt his heart melt a tiny bit, perhaps she was the one he was searching for on this long journey.
“I am on a search for a Princess to be my mate,” the Prince said confidently, believing that Natalliah would be different than her younger sister, he was mistaken. A loud obnoxious snort came from the eldest sister, “why would Princesses as beautiful as us ever want to be with you, a pale comparison to the magnificent Prince Charming.” The harsh words felt like knives stabbing into his heart, his sky blue eyes flicked over to Natalliah, the sister who he felt he had made a connection with, but her beautiful face was twisted in disgust.
“My sisters are right, we could never love one such as yourself, you better leave, we do not want you in our presence,” with one last scoff, the narcissistic sisters left the shocked prince wide-eyed and cloaked in a shroud of numbness.
Despondent and alone, the prince returned home, but as time passed the feeling of anguish did not abate, instead it mutated in to the malicious emotion of hate; he finally snapped. He no longer was sick with loneliness, but sick with longing for the blood of the three princesses that had scorned him. From the thoughts a blood a malign plan was formed.
Prince Malik sent his trustworthy steward out in search of the three mares to invite them to a Ball held in their honor; because they were ones full of self-glorification and could not deny such a treat, they accepted the invitation. Not one had the slightest idea death was nigh.
The day of reckoning was finally here and the three sisters arrived in all their finery; Prince Malik greeted the excited princesses with an evil glint in his eye and led them down the long hallway to the Ball Room. It was completely empty except for a small wooden box in the center of the room; before the mares could protest, the prince commented in a cold voice, “Do any of you reconsider my offer to become my mate?” A resounding “no” passed from each of the beautiful mare’s mouth.
“Then you will die,” the Ball Room doors slammed shut with a ground shaking thud, Malik began to see red behind his vision as he gave into hate and anger; he lunged toward the youngest mare, killing her mid-scream. She slumped to the ground, her beauty stained with her own blood; from atop her dead body, the prince removed the crown that she did not deserve to wear and tossed it into the air with his mouth, as the gold crown came back down, it landed on his head, where it belonged. Next it was the eldest, who attempted to flee to the thick wooden doors, but life full of beauty and pampering had made her weak; the silly charm she wore around her neck for protection failed her, for she fell just as quick as her sister.
He saved her for last, the one he loved, yes he loved her, but she would never love him, “Natalliah.” His voice came out barely a whisper, a soft caress, as he made his way slowly to the shaking mare standing in the middle of the room next to the box, “You should have said yes My Love and you would have lived. I could have given you the world, but you are too tainted to see. You are the one I love most of all and the one that I will kill last. You will forever be with me; do you see that box there? That is where I will place your heart, which will always be mine.”
Before Natalliah could react and flee from the bloody prince, she was falling, her mouth open in a silent scream as she drowned in darkness.
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