The youth, completely in trust of the princess, walked towards the door on the right, slowly and steadily. Yet one thought still had been eating up his brain, more and more by the second. The princess had surely chosen the lady, right? The princess would never see the youth die, for if she did she would be the next to follow, wouldn't she? She couldn’t stand being able to live if she sees him torn to pieces for sure. But these were his own thoughts. The princess had some amount of barbaricness inside of her. What would she have chosen? The king, all imperial and in authority, laughed maliciously behind him, hinting him of only one thing. However, much he loved the princess, she was the king’s daughter. He remembered the countless times he had seen the others choosing doors, sometimes sharing thoughts with the princess herself through the long distances. How many times had they been laughing over the others and their ghastly fight of keeping themselves alive against the tiger? Would she laugh over him if she were to …show more content…
There the door stood wide open, letting in a soft lavender color of the walls, in the hall. In this lovely bedroom she saw two figures inside the lush, rich maroon covers of the fancy bed. She drew her knife vigorously and stabbed it fiercely into one of the figure’s chest, only to see a horrid image, of the youth’s face in pure terror, shock, and then instant death. The princess dropped her knife, lucidly regretful of herself, and stared at her murder. She looked at her hands with cold eyes and the blood covering the knife, dripping down the handle. She couldn’t move a muscle in shock of what she had done. The lady woke up to a fight and screamed in horror as she saw her newly wed husband in a pool of red liquid, seeping through the seams of the rich mattress and