AGOSTO 09, 2019. [40th Generation of the Seerian's Monarchy; King Mertl and Queen Eriela of Menotalis; King Mangus and Queen Coisan of Toliream; King Arran and Queen Sylviana of Dytalic; King Heron and Queen Ellana of Vortrion]
"Is she dead yet? I don't want to get inside." Princess Liezel asked after she peeked at Yanarym's bedchamber through the keyhole of the double door.
The second Princess scowled before shaking her head as she stared at her sister.
"Why does Mother have to send us here instead of her retainers? They can do this nauseating job instead of us." Princess Liezel whined loudly while thrashing her foot on the floor in irritation.
She detested Princess Yanarym, she loathed her to the core. Every time she saw that first Princess, she just wanted to end its pathetic barely hanging life.
"Don't be antsy, if someone finds out what we are up to, we could face execution." Princess Jasmine replied as she walked forward to open the door. Immediately the dust-filled room infiltrated their nostrils making them sneeze.
It was stuffy; the air was humid. With the closed window and dusty furniture and floor, in addition, the incense was making it hard for oxygen to flow freely.
"What is wrong with this room? It's filthier than ever!" Princess Liezel exclaimed.
The second Princess did not comment and just placed the tray of food on the table beside the bed.
"She's breathing." Princess Jasmine uttered in awe seeing the first Princess's barely, but still breathing state.
"What?! SHE IS STILL ALIVE?! What the heck is wrong with her?!" The third Princess angrily yelled when she stepped closer to the bed and saw Princess Yanarym struggling to live.
"Lit another incense." Princess Jasmine said to her younger sister.
"Another? It's not like it's gonna kill her!"
Flora incense was a strong type of poison that could kill a person in a day without detecting symptoms of intoxication. Princess Yanarym was poisoned when she was eight years old, despite this, she had always been lucky. Alive to this very day.
"Just do it, Liezel." Princess Liezel's expression turned ugly from vexation.
She continued to stomp her feet to the floor and took the numbers of poisonous incense she hid in her pouch and stuck them to the golden holder and used a match to light them up.
A total of three princesses were born in the kingdom of Menotalis. The second Princess was Jasmine, and the third Princess was Liezel; they were the daughters of Queen Eriela. The first Princess was Yanarym who was the daughter of Queen Eulasha.
Liezel and Yanarym have the same birth year, but Yanarym was younger by a month. Jasmine was older by a year. However, Yanarym ranked above them because she was the very first Princess of this kingdom before anyone else.
The fact that Princess Yanarym was the first queen's daughter made her a threat to Queen Eriela's authority. The first Princess had more leverage over monarchical power. Being the most important of all the princesses in this royal palace… Was one of the driving factors the three women dreaded Princess Yanarym's presence?
Fortunately for Queen Eriela, since Princess Yanarym was too young and alone, she was able to abuse her and dominate her through the aid of her daughters.
Every bit of Princess Yanarym's existence ignited these women to torment her to death. However, no matter how strong their desire to get the first Princess killed, she was not easy to eliminate.
"I'm so sick of this," Princess Liezel grumbled her eyebrows furrowed. "These matches don't work! Jasmine!"
'The match doesn't light! The sticks keep on snapping—breaking! It is so suffocating! Filthy! Everything is so infuriating! Infuriating!'
"Aah! JASMINE!" Her thin voice screeched in the corner of the vast chamber room.
"Liezel, keep it down." Princess Jasmine swerved her sharp eyes to the third Princess. Despite that, her sister kept her annoyed expression plastered on her face.
"Help me here! I said!"
She should be in her parlor right now, relishing the attention of people invited to her tea party and bombarded with compliments and gifts.
Nonetheless, here she was trying hard to light up this stupid incense! She threw the match far away and angrily strode in the bed's direction.
Princess Yanarym's body was languid, and she was already bedridden. Although it was good enough that she could just be sick her whole life, nothing was more gratifying than if she could just perish. Right now! She should have passed away a long time ago. As always, she was not dying; she only had this high fever!
Princess Liezel was getting impatient.
'It is so annoying!'
"She's been sick for who-knows-since-when! Isn't the poison effective? When will she die? We kept on coming back here for that incense. It is not even working!" The third Princess screamed in her frustration. "I hate being here! I am so sick of this place! I am so over seeing her face over and over again! When are you going to die, you filthy YANARYM!"
Princess Liezel was a docile-looking woman; with her big, blue tantalizing eyes. Long straight blonde hair. Thin pinkish savvy lips, and a slender- petite physique. Unlike Jasmine and Yanarym, Liezel had no curves and was flat-chested. Her appearance was pure and naive and the way she dressed was like a fairy princess. She looked like the type of princess that could not kill a fly.
She could behave, she could appear as an angel if she had to. With just a smile everyone could admire her innocent countenance; once she shed some tears, any man wanted to become her hero. Her horrible personality was brilliantly hidden and would only be possible to see once she would be alone with her mother, sister, and particular slaves.
Behind the beautiful facade, Princess Liezel was a short-tempered, abusive, violent, loud, murderer, and narcissistic princess. Her attendants asserted that she was evil incarnate. No one in this world was more important to her other than herself.