Sometimes you don’t know what to read. Maybe your browsing the internet. Maybe your bored on the first couple days of summer. Well I wrote a story all fiction and thought I’d share it. It’s a short story and it’s about love and revenge. I hope you enjoy it and it keeps your mind off the rainy summer days ahead of us!

Deadly love  

In the small town of Enhansia, a young maiden is perched on the window sill in the tallest tower of her royal family’s palace. The young maiden gazed out the window looking at the village just below her. Her gaze followed an attractive young prince whom she had never seen. A loud voice snapped her out of her reverie.

“Diana,” a voice sang, “your dress fitting is in ten minutes!” 

“I’m coming Mum!” She called back. 

The ball was later that night. It was being held due to her brother, the prince, proposing to his girlfriend. The whole town was coming to celebrate. While the whole family was excited about the ball, Diana was not. She was more than happy to have a sister-in-law, but balls, in her opinion, were just awful. In the small town of Enhansia, Diana felt as if she did not belong. She was the middle sibling to two brothers, so the focus was never really hers for the taking.

Diana made her way down the stairs. The red-carpeted stairs brushed her feet. Her mother, Queen Margaret, hated when she walked barefoot, she claimed it wasn’t proper. Her fingers traced the gold railings as she walked down. She was stuck in her thoughts again as she slowly took each step. A tight grip grabbed her wrist.

“You crazy girl get your little bum downstairs before you make your mum bloody mad!” the old servant said. Eleanor was the oldest of the maids; she had worked in the castle even before Diana was born. Eleanor had worked here for 30 years. Diana was only 18.

Diana was dressed in a flattering olive green silk gown for the ball that brushed the ground slightly. It had bell-shaped sleeves that reminded her of Eleanor’s cream puffs and a sweetheart bodice. When she twirled, it flowed around her like the softest cloud.

Eyes followed her as she walked into the ballroom. Of course. Her beautiful gown trailed behind her and her thick ebony hair was held up in a messy bun that fit the overall image. She caught the gaze of a man whom she recognized as a prince from earlier that day, though she couldn’t recall who he was exactly. He looked around the same age as her. She stared back but quickly caught herself and turned to face her family. She made a beeline for her mother to ask who that prince was. As she started making her way toward her mother, she spotted an unfamiliar face talking with her.

The face was of a king from the west. If her father were still alive they would be around the same age. The room was filled with music, dancing, and chatter which made it hard for her to hear her mother’s soft voice. 

Suddenly her hand was unexpectedly snatched by the mysterious prince, and she found herself on the dance floor. She smiled demurely. Her hand was on his shoulders and his on her waist. Their eyes locked. 

“What’s your name, love?” he asked in a deep mischievous voice.

“Diana,” she says confidently.

“Beautiful,” he says. She looks down at her shoes quickly, but right back up continuing their deep stare, “I’m Tom.” 

He’s kind, sweet and very attractive. Who is this guy? she wondered. Soon their dance was over and everyone was pointing and whispering. But she was swept off her feet and she couldn’t care about the people any less. Once she looked around and realized that the room was silent, she got butterflies in her stomach and her heart was beating a mile a minute. Diana looked at the prince and then ran out of the room.

The night sky was lit up by a bunch of stars and the castle lights. She walked to the garden, just as her old abandoned childhood swing blew slowly in the wind. She took off her shoes and threw them to the side. The grass was soft under her feet and the air was refreshing. 

The prince had followed her. He watched as she sat on the swing. She hadn’t seen him yet but when she looked up her soul almost left her body. 

“Oh gosh! Prince Tom, it’s just you,” she said as her hand slapped her chest.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you. I just couldn’t help it, you ran before we could chat,” he apologized. 

“I’m sorry, I just get the worst panic attacks,” she looked down embarrassed.

“Hm, so do I,” he responds while slowly walking behind the swing. She looks at him so confused. He then starts pushing the swing. They spent the next couple of hours chatting and laughing.

They later sat down in the garden looking at the pond. A sudden silence hit them but got interrupted by a slow kiss.

Diana woke up in her room. She remembered the night, finishing with chatting and then running to give her brother’s wedding toast. She sat in her bed waiting for anything to happen. Her mum knocked on her door and then walked in. 

“Diana. Do you know who that boy was from last night?” She asks with her arms crossed and with a stern expression. 

“Prince Tom?” 

“Yes, him. He is the son of the worst royal family. You stay away from him,” she yelled and then walked away. Diana fell back into her bed and pulled the sheets over her head. 

Tom was in shock. Last night he danced with the girl of his dreams. He wanted to meet her again. Thankfully the ball was at her castle so she’d be easy to find. His father was in Enhansia for a certain business. So they were staying at the fanciest hotel. He walked to the castle just like he did last night. The queen was not fond of his family therefore he’d have to wait until she left. He waited until the queen left for the preparation edits for the prince’s wedding.

As soon as he got into the castle he ran upstairs to look for her. He stumbled upon a staircase that led to a tower. Assuming it was Diana’s he walked up the stairs. 

“Tom?” She asked while looking at him as he opened her door. 

“Diana, we need to speak about our family rivalries,” he said. She barely heard what he said because she was picking an outfit for the day. 

“Let’s go on a walk. We can chat there,” she said as she slips into the closet to change. She came out in a magnificent walking dress. 

As they walked out of the room they bumped into her brother and his fiancée.

“Diana, who is this? Why was he in your room,” Jayden, her brother, asks.

“Jay stop, he’s a prince from the ball we are going on a walk,” Diana softly says back. Tom liked that she talked so softly but still gave a sense of power in her voice. 

“You look familiar,” he says as he addresses Tom, “We’ll go ahead and be home by dawn.”

“Jayden! Let them go. You aren’t her father,” Emily, Jayden’s fiancée, said. Diana sneaks a quick smile at Emily then walks off.

On their walk, they chat and chat about nothing and everything. As they walked their fingers entwined and they held hands. 

A couple of months passed when Tom and Diana would go on walks and just hang out. They were nothing more than friends but both were falling hard for each other.

Diana, one night, had returned home a bit late. She had gotten swept away by Tom and his deep blue eyes. She didn’t have a curfew so she thought it would be fine. But as she opened the front door she didn’t acknowledge her mother sitting on the couch, so she slunk down with her back to the door. Jayden cleared his voice, startling her. She jumped back up. Jayden stood angrily by the couch. Emily just hugged her and then walked to Jayden. She noticed tears in both Jaydens and Emily’s eyes. 

“Where were you, Diana?” His mum asked.

“On a walk. What’s happening?” She said.

“You were with Tom, right? Well, he isn’t who you think he is,” Jayden says sternly.

“Jayden no! She can’t take it,” her mum yells.

“I can, tell me!” she insisted.

“Your little boyfriend is the son of our father’s killer,” Jayden says. Everyone just stood there. Diana fell to the ground, her legs jello. Her hands shook then she ran to her tower. Tears streamed down her face. Did he know? What was he going  to tell her a couple of months ago? She hated herself for falling for him. But she was in love and there was nothing that could pull her out of that. A knock on the door disrupted her thoughts. 

“It’s me, Emily.”

“Come in,” she says as she wipes her eyes.

“Diana, I am so sorry you found out this way. I can’t imagine how you feel,” Emily was always so sweet so Diana was unsure how Emily was in love with her brother. But love is love. 

“Thanks,” Diana looks out the window. It was raining, the drops were so big that they made loud sounds as they hit her window.

She took a second before saying, “I let myself fall in love after we danced. I have been swept away and I hate myself for it.” 

As night became day, she started to understand the truth. 

The next morning Diana was supposed to meet Tom in the little hideaway, where they had kissed. After she would get ready to go to the wedding. 

Diana felt tired because she spent the whole night weeping over a boy. She thought it was pathetic.

Diana walked downstairs and ran into her mum. 

“Where are you off too?” Her mum thought she was too hurt to even face Tom again. 

“Off to clear my head. I’ll be home in time to get ready for the wedding,” she says as she heads to the door. 

Even though it rained till 4 am it was sunny and dry outside. Diana liked this weather but today she couldn’t enjoy it. 

She saw Tom sitting on the swing waiting. Furious at him for sitting down cluelessly, she strides over while yelling, “TOM!” 

“Diana! It’s wonderful to see you,” he says.

“Don’t play me like that. I know why my family hates yours! Your father KILLED my father!” She yells.

“How’d you find out?” 

“So you knew! This whole time, when I was falling for you, you knew?” Her voice broke as she fell to her knees. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t know how to tell you, I’ll leave,” he says as he turns around.

She grabs his hands and says, “No, if you leave me you’ll be taking the best part of my life away. Stay.” She speaks softly and quietly tears streaming down her face. 

He gets on his knees, too, and holds her. 

For the wedding she put on the same olive green dress she wore to the ball. Her youngest brother couldn’t attend because he was on a trip with their uncle in Europe. It had been almost a year since they had last seen each other. 

The ceremony was taking place outside with a bunch of reporters, extended family members, villagers, and friends. 

Seeing her brother this happy, after he told her about her father, made her sick. Just last night they found her father’s killer and ruined her life and he’s smiling. 

During the reception, she had to give a speech. She wasn’t prepared whatsoever. She had to deliver it as if nothing was wrong. That was going to be hard.

“Don’t screw this up,” her mum says. 

She walks up to the stand. 

“Um. Today we witnessed the long-lasting love of the beloved prince and the amazing Emily. Emily, I am so excited to have a sister and have you in the family,” she was running out of things to say but thankfully the doors were shoved open. Shocked to see who it was, she was quiet. Tom had his hand running through his hair as he walked in. His eyes were only on Diana. She raced down the aisle to meet Tom and he embraced her with a kiss. 

He looked at her and said, “These past couple of months have been the best of my life and I wouldn’t trade them for anything.” 

“They have been for me too but everything is just a mess now.”

Margret, her mum, looked Tom up and down and then spoke, “So you’re the son of the man who killed my beloved.” She spoke in a stone-cold tone. 

Reporters shouted and raced towards them. Diana stood to the side feeling light-headed. Her brother ran down to talk to Tom as well. Diana ran to the washroom. She couldn’t take this anymore. Staring at herself in the mirror, she spots, through the reflection, Tom entering. 

Diana wiped her face as she turned to look at him. Her thoughts were mixed up. Sure she had a boyfriend or two before Tom but no one made her feel this way. 

“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have come but after you left I wasn’t sure if you would want to see me again,” he said. “I just can’t let you go.”

She looks at him and walks out of the washroom and to the stand. Everyone who was murmuring stopped to recognize Diana.

 “Everyone is probably confused. The bride and groom are probably angry. But like I said before they showed us that love is love. And love is something you feel. That you wish to feel or to be. Loving someone is hard to stop doing, especially when who you love is by your side. When that person allows you to be yourself. And that’s the best and worst thing you’ll ever feel, love.” She glances at Tom and then back at the crowd. The crowd was stunned.

Her mother sat silently just staring into space with a singular tear streaming down her right cheek. 

Diana walked to Tom, grabbed his hand and they left outside.

See this story could end with the two walking by the ocean into the sunset and living happily ever after. If that’s the story you want you won’t be satisfied here. The rest of the story is filled with manipulative plots and things that will break your heart. They already broke mine. 

Tom was perched on the window in Dianas tower, watching the castle grounds. He had no idea about what was going to happen next. Diana leaned on the door frame, after the wedding, she longed for these quiet, simple moments. 

“Diana! Come sit, the gardeners are crazy!” he spoke softly with a hint of excitement. Diana walked over and stood with a hand on his shoulder. And a gun to the back of his head.

POW POW

It all happened so quickly. No one saw it coming. Tom laid on the floor with blood coming out of his head. Diana blew on the top of the gun as she stepped over the body, taking off a mask and revealing someone else.

THE END