Chapter One: Give Away
The sun beat down on the castle walls as King Dan stood on the balcony, a sly smile spreading across his face. He gazed out at the lush green gardens below, where his daughter, Princess Isabella, strolled along a winding path. Her beauty was undeniable, but King Dan's eyes narrowed as he thought about her other qualities - the ones that made her a liability.
"Summon the royal guards," King Dan called out to his aide, his voice firm and commanding. "It's time to send my...gift to King Luis."
The aide bowed and scurried off to carry out the king's orders. King Dan's smile grew wider as he contemplated the move he was about to make. By sending Princess Isabella to King Luis, he would be killing two birds with one stone: ridding himself of a problematic daughter and gaining favor with a powerful neighboring king.
But King Luis had secrets of his own. As he received the news of the princess's impending arrival, a cunning glint appeared in his eye. He knew all about Princess Isabella's...reputation. The whispers of her scandalous behavior had reached even his distant kingdom.
"Prepare the royal chambers for our...guest," King Luis instructed his servant, his voice dripping with malice. "But also, discreetly arrange for her to be...transferred to a more suitable location. One that will fetch a handsome price."
The servant's eyes widened in understanding, and he bowed before hurrying off to carry out his king's orders.
Princess Isabella, oblivious to the schemes unfolding around her, continued her leisurely stroll through the gardens. Her mind wandered to more pleasurable pursuits, and a sly smile spread across her face. Little did she know, her life was about to take a drastic turn.
"Enough, you ungrateful child!" King Dan's face reddened with rage. "You will do as I say, and you will not embarrass me in front of King Luis. You will be a dutiful daughter and a respectable princess, or so help me..."
Isabella's laughter cut him off, a cold, mirthless sound. "Respectable princess?" she repeated, her voice dripping with scorn. "You mean like the one who's been screwing half the castle staff? Or the one who's been sneaking out of the castle at night to meet her lovers?"
King Dan's face turned purple with fury, but Isabella just kept going. "You're one to talk about respectability, Father. At least I'm not the one who's been embezzling funds from the kingdom's treasury."
The king's eyes bulged, and he took a step forward, his hand raised as if to strike her. But Isabella didn't flinch. She just kept smiling, a cold, calculating smile.
"Go ahead, Father," she said, her voice dripping with malice. "Hit me. I dare you. And see how quickly I make sure the entire kingdom knows about your little secrets."
The king's hand hesitated, and then dropped to his side. He knew that Isabella was not a daughter to be underestimated. She was a force to be reckoned with, and he would do well to remember that.
"Fine," he spat, turning on his heel. "You will do as I say, and you will not embarrass me. Or else."
Isabella's laughter followed him out of the room, a cold, mocking sound that sent shivers down his spine.
As King Dan stormed out of the room, Isabella's laughter slowly faded away, replaced by a calculating glint in her eye. She knew she had won this small battle, but she also knew that the war was far from over.
She walked over to the mirror that hung on the wall, gazing at her reflection with a critical eye. Her long, curly hair was a rich, purple pink blue, and her piercing green eyes sparkled with mischief. Her full lips curled up into a sly smile as she thought about her next move.
Just then, a soft knock at the door interrupted her thoughts. "Enter," she called out, her voice husky and confident.
The door opened, and a tall, handsome young man slipped inside. He was one of the castle guards, and Isabella had...arrangements with him.
"My princess," he said, his voice low and respectful. "I heard your father was looking for you. What did he want?"
Isabella's smile grew wider as she walked over to the young guard. "Oh, just the usual," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "He wants to marry me off to some old, fat king. But I have other plans."
The guard's eyes sparkled with interest as Isabella reached out and ran her hand over his chest. "And what plans might those be, my princess?" he asked, his voice full of curiosity.
Isabella's smile grew even wider as she leaned in close. "Why, I plan to take matters into my own hands," she whispered, her breath hot against the guard's ear. "And I could use a man like you to help me."
The guard's eyes locked onto hers, and Isabella could see the desire burning within them. She knew she had him right where she wanted him.
As Isabella's words hung in the air, the guard's face leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear. "I'm yours, my princess," he whispered, his breath sending shivers down her spine.
Isabella's smile grew wider as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into a passionate kiss. The guard's hands roamed over her body, caressing her curves as they devoured each other's mouths.
Just as things were getting heated, a loud knock at the door interrupted them. Isabella's eyes flashed with annoyance as she pulled away from the guard.
"What is it?" she called out, her voice husky with irritation.
"My princess, the royal carriage is ready to take you to King Luis's kingdom," a voice called out from the other side of the door.
Isabella's eyes narrowed as she turned to the guard. "It seems my father is eager to get rid of me," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
The guard's face darkened with concern. "What will you do, my princess?" he asked, his voice low and urgent.
Isabella's smile returned, this time with a hint of mischief. "Oh, don't worry," she said, her eyes glinting with amusement. "I have a plan. And it involves you."