Princess Love by AJ Joseph (best ereader for students txt) 📖

to see frightened maids everywhere. The only one that looked comfortable was Anja who was staring at the maids in amusement.
"Okay let's get the party started. We got video games, movies, popcorn, and the life of the party. Moi." They start to laugh nervously although not moving.
Anja makes her way towards me. I hear a few gasps as the maids watch her comes towards me.
"Hey Anja." I hug her recieving more gasps.
"Hey Pr-Ai." Again more gasps.
"Okay, okay I know your not used to seeing me and Anja being buddy-buddy but we are. Anyone have a problem with that feel freely to raise your hand." I say addressing the other maids.
No one raised their hands. "Good, NOW

 

let's get the party started." I say while Anja is laughing at my outburst. Hey you knew it was coming.
I jump on my bed which made me bounce into the air. I pulled my legs closer to my body and landed gracefully. The maids looked at me as if I wasn't some princess but a daredevil with awe clearly on their faces.
All the maids in the castle were all young. Some from 14 years to 18 years old. Although they were young they were not younger than me. The reason for that was because my brother was suppose to pick one to be his bride.
That was a sick tradition. Treat the maids like dirt, and then only pick one to be your wife, and leaving the others dreams crushed. Although that was bad it was nothing compared to what happened if a princess was to marry.
The men that wanted to captivate the princesses heart had to spend a day with the princess. Until the princess has spent a day with all the men. She has to pick the ones she likes the most. They go head-to-head in combat.
Most men die, others have scars that run so deep that they haven't healed completely. I hated how that was to happen. Some of the young ladies here didn't care about love, they cared about the title, the money. Everything you'd expect from from a prince.
Those were the kind of girls I hated. I hated them so much, that they could go, fall in a ditch, die and go to hell.
My brother deserved better than those girls. He deserved true love. If fate decided that he was better left alone. Then I will never ever try to change my fate. My brother was best alone. Not because I didn't want him to get married it was just he would turn like father, and let mother make all the decisions cause he loves her too much.
We partied until it was near 11:00 pm. I looked at Anja and she was looking at me, with sadness in her eye. We both looked at the other maids who were having fun. The ones that only cared about money and the title were standing in a corner trying to find a way to sabotage the other competition; there were about 10 people having fun while 40 of the people just talking like tomorrow. Some of the girls in the corner were staring daggers at Anja. I got up at the same time Anja did, she followed me towards the almost invisible door that led me towards the battlefield. She looked up and touched her mouth with her index finger and brought the other hand to my head. The ancient sign of protection, for the both of us. I did the same thing to her, I felt like I needed to do that.

Murder in the Palace Walls

"Distract them, please. I have to go." I said sadly.
"Come back safe." She said a tear falling off her cheek onto my shoulder. We untangle from the hug we took and nodded our heads in understanding. She runs and taps the shoulder of one of the girls watching one of the movies. "Tag!" She yells with so much hype that makes you want to join. I would've if I didn't have something else in mind.
"Be safe, Anja." I whisper but from the turn of her head and the wave of blond hair that swished through the air cutting the air like a knife. She nods and smiles a weak smile that was meant to show she understands but I saw she was scared...for me. I quickly went into the hidden closet, changed, and armed myself. Leaving the room I quickly ran through the forest and quickly hid myself behind one of the trees across the battlefield. "Bakas. What do they think they're doing." I saw the flash of blond hair and ran towards it. "We meet again."
"Aah, where did you come from you scared me?"
"No, I didn't get that from the scream that escaped your mouth. Baka." I saw his confused face. "Baka means idiot." His face turned to one of understanding.
"Hey! I'm not a idiot."
"Whatever do you know where my sword is by any chance?"
"I think its over there." He points behind me but I don't need his warning, I jump up, twirl, and kick the werewolf in the back of his head seeing him crumble to the floor. I pick up my sword from his hand and noticed that he couldn't even hold it up right. Baka, this is a dragon-tooth sword. Only the owner of the sword can withstand the immense power of the sword and even then most of the owners are killed by the power contained in the sword, I am one of the few rare wielders that have the touch with dragons and can withstand the power that comes with them.
"Man, people these days need to learn not to touch what doesn't belong to them." I say shaking my head and looking at the man in front of me. Why send this man out, it is very obvious that he was weak before even touching my sword.
"Your...sword?"
"Yes?"
"Is it...you know, a dragon-tooth sword." He must've heard about these babies.
"Yes, yes she is. Her name's Anja, after my best friend." I smiled remembering when I first told Anja the name of my sword.
"She must be really important to you."
"Ya they are important to me. Well see you got a battle to win."
"You won't be winning any battle." I heard him whisper to himself, not meaning for me to hear but being Princess had its perks. What did he mean by that.

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Half an hour later half of my people were either on the floor getting medical help or fighting staying away from me as much as possible. It doesn't even seem as if the werewolves are doing anything like they usually would. Suddenly I feel like I've been stabbed 4 times over, right where my heart should be. The pain is intense. I grovel and feel as if I have nothing to live for. One part of my stabbed heart is still intact and is screaming at me, I have one other thing or person to live for. PERSON!! No, no that means. I look around, the werewolves look like they know a little secret. The faces of werewolves looked ugly before but now. Smirks were carelessly thrown onto their faces, and their eyes gleamed with murderous delight.
I look over at Kyro, his eyes shine with unshed tears, as if something is hurting him as well. I slash at the two towering werewolves coming my way and run back to my tree. The grass crunches after every heavy footstep. The werewolves are too dense to notice that I no longer am on the battlefield. Going through the passageway is quite easy, actually. As I am near the end of my journey, I feel other presences. Feline presences. And they're all female.
"ANJA!!! ANJA!!! ARE YOU THERE!?!" I scream out, no one other than me and Anja know how to get into here. "ANJA ANSWER ME, PLEASE!!!"
"Over here, princess. Over here, Ai." Anja's feeble voice carries over the sound waves of the passageway. I follow the sound waves to the origin. There she is cowering with some of the other maids.
"What's going on? Anja answer me! What's going on?" I quickly grasp Anja's arm and pull her up to face me. Seeing the panicked and scared look on her dainty face, I pull her into a hug. "Its OK, what's wrong. You can tell me."
"The king...queen...princess...they..." She kept sobbing throughout her explanation. "Prince...Adam...he told us to hide...he...deal...with them." I quickly brought my hand up to my heart. She saw that and looked at me in horror. She sobered up enough for one full sentences. "How many times?" I just looked at her. "HOW MANY TIMES AI!! HOW MANY!!" She shook me and this time I turned to stone.
I looked at her, from her expression I had just turned into someone she didn't know. "4, 4 times Anya. I felt them 4 times. They're all...no. I will kill them." Anja grabbed my shoulders with a strength I didn't know she had.
"Snap out of it. They'll kill you too. Then who will we have, WHO!!!" I looked at Anja and noticed something. She cared about us all. Not cared like what a maid is suppose to do, but cared as if we were family to her.
"I could've died tonight, yesterday night, and the night before. But I'm still here, am I not. They will die for what they have done tonight. Neither you or the great god can stop me. Once I am done with these petty assassins I will go to their King and Queen. They will know what I have suffered. The pain of knowing your loved one has died and you couldn't have stopped it. They will pay." She has gone silent, but she has understood that this is something I have to do. Not only for me but for my father, my brother. Even my mother and sister. They were family, and family stick together.
I stepped out of the closet to find my room completely ransacked. I make my way towards the outside hallway. The walls are splattered with blood of the guards. Some stains spell out words, others look like claw marks, but none of this concerns me. I need to find these killers that has made my home a bloodied play pen. In the kitchen I hear noises, laughter maybe. As I make the bend, I'm hit with the foul strong-smell of rum mixed with a few other drinks, I am not familiar with. In seats of their own the corpse of my parents and siblings are displayed. In the exact place of where I felt the stabbing pain, wounds are seen. Dry blood cakes the area around the stab wounds. My anger intensifies.
"It seems like this is all work and no play for you, werewolves. Do you need a few minutes to work or are you ready to play." My voice comes