princessdom

This is written as is on purpose... as if, much like other brosef.com posts, to leave it to the reader to fully define as they see fit.

Not a soul in the kingdom knew how she had done it.  For if they had, they most certainly would not have been in a state to divulge such sought after information, given that such a state would require said soul to be of the “alive human” variety.

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To call it a massacre would have been an injustice to the beauty of it all.  And to call it beautiful would have been a grievance to the atmosphere of pure unadulterated terror that filled those walls during “the act” (as it was, and still is to this day, so aptly referred).  An act that could have arguably made every extremity of even the most vile Viking sailor crinkle and tense in repulsion.  Something so inviolable that to speak of one’s incestuous relations with his children or his recent bouts of difficulties whilst in the latrine would considerably have been the more preferred topics of discussion.

“Did you hear?... Did you hear about the princess?” they would say. “I heard those lucky enough to have been privy to her ‘engagements’ took their own lives before she was even within an arrow shots distance!”

“Shhhhh!” they would yell…. as if the walls themselves acted as a servant to her, dutifully recording every spoken word within its reach.  “We mustn’t speak of the act lest she scrapes our throats up to the tongue!”

Author's Note

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