Escapee

*Riley*

I step over the bodies of the two guards who were stationed outside the door to my rooms, not looking at either. I don’t care to look. Not because it’s gross but because I don’t care at all.

If they wanted to live, they shouldn’t have been keeping me a prisoner in my own castle.

My castle.

“Your Majesty, this way,” my faithful maid, Alexandra, says. She still has blood on her hands.

I curl my lip in distaste, but I follow her just the same.

Festivities below echo throughout the nearly-deserted rest of the castle. Alexandra has found a route out, and that’s what matters.

Idiots. Thinking I’d just sit there like a good little princess while this grand opportunity presented itself.

“The east garden door is no longer guarded, Princess,” Alexandra tells me. “I’ve made sure of it.”

More blood. Oh well. It’s on her hands, not mine. “Excellent work, Alexandra.”