The dark side begins....

Part Sixteen

A month later, Sir Donovan still had not returned. Everyday Princess Desmerelda would sit by the window and stare outside in hope to see him coming back to her. Her mind started to play tricks on her, she started having the most disturbing of thoughts.  It was not enough that Princess Desmerelda had to deal with an actual ache in her chest, a physical pain that wouldn't leave her, as if a part of her was lost, lost to Sir Donovan. She sat by the window, feeling the tears of blood stream down her heart as she clutched her chest and moaned.

Where was he? Why did he just leave without at least a goodbye? What if he got caught by Charmings men? What if he decides to never return? What if he dies before she has a chance to tell him what was in her hearrt. Was this love? Was this loves pain? She though back to the poem,

“And for those unfortunate souls

Who are not meant to be

With the ones their souls are tied to

Is a pain, a crushing pain

That will start, like your heart

Expanded in your chest and erupted

And it will settle into dull thud

Resting with you, for eternity”

Was it true? Was this pain going to remain forever if Sir Donovan never returns? The Princess let her overwhelming thoughts consume her, she sat and instead of thinking about Sir Donovans return, and firmly believing that he would come back to her, she focused on her pain and convinced herself that he would never return. That she would never find a way to save her family, that her responsibilities were too difficult for her to carry out. The Princess convinced herself that the witch was wrong to assign her the task of saving her family, the witch did not know her, she was a Princess not a warrior, she could not partake in all this hurt and pain, she just wanted love and comfort.

She felt like she could wait no longer, she could not live with this pain for all eternity. Moving away from the window the Princess turned and had one last hopeful look out the window. The forest never looked so bleak as it did right then.  The grass didn't look as wilted, the trees didn't look as shadowy, the wind didn't feel as sharp and threatening, the world never looked so bleak. She closed her eyes, and felt the wind wisp around her pale white face, she was almost certain she heard a whisper, “He is not coming back.” And her heart cracked, the Princess was overwhelmed with this pain, she ran from the window.

Entering the Palace kitchen she found the nearest knife, and without a second thought, without a flicker of hope she stabbed the long, sharp blade into her chest, screaming in agony she fell to the ground and lay motionless in a pool of blood on the cold kitchen floor.