The handmaidens, about three of them, rushed to the girl carried by the knight the moment they appeared out of the forest. They changed the stained clothes with a new one and half bathed the princess with scents of rose oil, making sure that the metallic smell of the blood can't be traced in her before returning her to the majesties. Though the fact that these lowly maids are terrified of the child, they dare not complain in fear that the king might lose his control and order their heads off. It cannot be denied that the king was merciful and just, but when it comes to his daughter's welfare, he was beyond reasonable even on the slightest mistake such as having negativity about the monstrosity inside the walls of the castle. They had lost their voice in this matter. Fighting for their rights is a losing battle and their bodies be stocked up in the royal garden infamously known as the mass grave where piles of carcasses were buried routinely after they have been executed without due justification. Nobody has the power to go against the will of the king since their life is cheaper than the dresses the child beast wore every day if not ruined after a gruesome hunt. Since they had been imprisoned inside the walls of the castle and were forbidden to go beyond the gate, there's no guarantee that they can ever live a peaceful life without being the next victim. As soon as the nursemaid was done braiding the soft white hair of the child, she initiated the princess to stand and walk to the carriage.
It was after a heavy meal that the child felt so sleepy that she wants to be carried to the carriage by which the nursemaid had rejected. She insisted that the girl walk to her parents' carriage so she could be as far from the hideous child soon as possible. But the child extended her arms and begged to be lifted up. Locking eyes with the blue eyed princess whose feature was seemingly too innocent to be accused of being a demoness, she swallowed her fear and clumsily picked her up and swiftly strides toward where the majesties' carriage was. The child put her flubby arms around the maid's neck but the innocent gesture flooded the nursemaid with memories she doesn't want to remember. Her heart started to pound faster that she was anxiously praying that gods spare her if the young one keenly notices her emitting trepidation. Her eyes were looking to the scenery in front at present but what she sees was a gore memory of her own son with a hallow trunk on the bed chest in the nursery room as the blue eyed infant, who just had her first steps, bathed in the blood of the only kin left of her while giggles are echoing around the nursery. It was an odd luck that she was spared but who knows when the auspiciousness expires.
The royalties smiled sweetly at her as she handed the princess who is about to drowse off to sleep. The queen put the sleeping Anna beside her and placed her in a lying position so she could reach her hand to take Elsa away, but her daughter tightened her grip in the neck of the commoner.
"Elsa, let go." the queen ordered.
"No." Elsa dug her face deeper towards the pulsating neck of the nursemaid.
"Elsa, we still have a long way to go to reach the next kingdom" The queen explained as she caressed her daughter's back while still clutched to the woman. "So you... ha...ha...have more f...food" she stuttered as she has caught herself mouthing those unfiltered thoughts.
The woman cringed. Those words were inappropriate for the beast to hear. It seems that the royal parents have consented the devil of a child to devour their people like a feeble animal, a predator whose prey seems to have no life value. The heart-sickening monster who is protected by the throne in ways horrifying in itself, is freer than the man who was only accused of fornication without the consent of the king.
"No. I like it here. I like her smell." Elsa murmured, never letting the grip loose.
"Why, don't you like mine? I'm your mother." Her highness pushed her luck.
"Sometimes, but at the moment, her fear is sweeter than yours." Elsa looked at her mother interestedly.
The queen, flabbergasted by the revelation, has hardened from her seat and looked at the king, who was surprised as well.
"Now, look mother, you became sweet as well. i like her better. I like to eat again" The girl sticks her nose to the thin skin of the woman where the major artery is pulsating and sniffed the scent she could only smell to the top of her lungs.
"Elsa, we have rules." The king, with authoritative tone, spoke as his reflexes kicked in and reached his arm to grab Elsa's trunk and use force to loosen his daughter's grip by the nursemaid's neck. The woman has sacrificed enough to continue to provide service. Has she lost her faith when he ordered to execute her husband, daughter, and brother, she might as well have died succeeding them. But in the event that even her own last blood kin has been sacrificed, she remained faithful to serve the royals up to this day. This time, the girl protested and even tightened her grip. "Elsa, come now. you just had your fill. it is not good to waste people's lives any more than one a week."
"no papa." the girl made her stand. Her fingernails stretched out in agitation and dug deep to the flesh at the nape of the maid where eventual thick fluid rushed down and wetting the maiden's dress at the back. Frost then slithered the insides of the muscles from the digits that sank deep to the core of the woman's tolerance.
The woman screamed in pain and tried to push the monstrous child away but in vain attempts. The majesties have helped pull their daughter but the grips in the flesh was too deep to be detached. the small mouth carrying incredibly sharp teeth dug in to suck in blood as leeches do to their host. the sudden blood loss have blurred the vision of the nurse that she almost fainted. As more people flocked around and tried to extend help, the nursemaid pulled out a pocket knife that was hidden for her own protection when this time comes. She will probably die by execution if she tried to kill the king's daughter in front of him but she will still die if she doesn't do anything. A futile chance of hope but she will fight the last fight of her life.
The woman always questioned her life journey. She lost every dear ones to the royalties, every single one of them was not justified. She got to the point where she questioned her destined fate to the gods if there is one. Like she was created to experience misery and nothing else. Without a second thought, she stabbed the knife to the neck of the hideous royal demon. The knife was fully inserted that it went through and through. A sudden release was felt and she backed away as the child limped out to the grasp of her father's arms. The unruly beast was finally dead. A dead silence has then followed as all eyes had locked to her.
A sudden wail of the queen was heard as the precarious look of the king was unpredictable but all eyes from the servants have sent her a message of relief, of hope. Even if she had triumphed in killing the beast, it was not her first time killing it. A precise memory of a woman in the bed who passed out after delivering a dead child but who knows who else knew that the child was not stillborn. It was the night where she got the favorable time to avenge her daughter who was supposed to be the queen if not been killed by the woman who now lies subconsciously even before the newborn was expelled. This child was supposed to be her daughter's. This child was supposed to be her kin. If she had known the king was to wed a princess of the neighbouring kingdom, she had then advised her daughter to abort her romance with the king. Her innocent daughter who died out of loving so dearly. This was a secret she has shut her lips as she delivered the baby and forcefully snapped its neck the moment its head got out.
Alas, a wrong move rippled against her that she has lost the rest of her kin due to one miscalculation. She created the mad king, the lunatic queen, and the revolting offspring. It was her, the nursemaid, the midwife.
In the moment that all of the witnesses was shook at the entirity of the event, the youngster opened her eyes, moved her arms in everyone's surprise and pulled the knife out of her neck. an immediate healing is eminent until fully healed without a trace. Her parents embraced her after her resurrection but she shove them off as she rose up and slowly tread towards the woman who tried to suppress her.
The woman, smiled and closed her eyes as agonizing ice crystals pierced through her heart.
'Maybe this was my fate and I'm destined to be miserable. But now, I'm free'