The Little Princess and the Queen

The Little Princess and the Queen
   - By TypeUsernameHere


 Once upon a time, there was a Little Princess.
The Little Princess was 14 years old, and she lived in a palace, in a land ruled by a stern, ruthless Queen.
The Princess wanted to help the people of this land, and once she grows older maybe even become one of the Queen's Royal Advisors, in order to help in all matters related to poverty, and the exploitation of the poor, especially those that the Queen exploited herself.
The Princess had grand ideas about liberty and freedom, ideas that even touched the slave class, the class of people most exploited by the palace and the Royal Guard.

One day, the Princess was walking on a street that was notorious for slave trade, legal and illegal alike. She wanted to see with her own eyes what troubled her land, and find solutions to all these problems.

As she was walking, a rough-looking man approached her. When he got close and she turned towards him, he said to her:
"Can you please help me? Some men came into my house and grabbed my father against his will. They are slavers! You look like you came from the palace, if only you'd order them to cease their illegal activity, then they should disappear, and my father will be saved."

"Of course my good man, please show me to them, where did they go, do you know?", said the Princess.

"Why yes I saw them clearly, they were heading towards that alley, follow me!", responded the rough-looking man.

The man started walking towards an alley, an alley the Princess hadnt even noticed before. She followed him there, and as she did the man turned to face her.
Without a word, he grabbed her neck and threw her down to the ground.

What followed after that was a horror the Princess had not even imagined.
The rough-looking man raped her repeatedly, and even invited several other men to join in, while he also made sure that she cant scream by grabbing her throat the entire time, barely letting her breathe.

The men left her in that alley, beaten, raped, and in a state of shock.
The Princess gathered her strength, got up, and rushed back to the palace, as quickly as she could. She was in tears and her body hurt all over.

After speaking to her Majesty's Royal Councilor, she was allowed before the presence of the Queen herself.
She told the Queen what had happened to her, with a trembling voice and tears in her eyes.
The Queen demanded that she identify the rough-looking man by face, and that she reveals any information about him, so that he may be found.
After the Princess did so, with as much detail about his face as she possibly could remember, the Queen ordered that the man is found, so members of the Royal Guard were dispatched immediately.

The following day, the Little Princess was summoned before her Majesty the Queen in right.
The Queen quickly declared that the man she described was found.
And the Queen then said: "The man you are accusing was interrogated, and we found all we could about him. He is a devout follower of the Religion of Peace, coming to this land from the Middle-East. This is the same man you accused of rape. What say you?"

"He raped me, I told you all about it yesterday, there were others too", said the Princess, in a hushed tone.

"LIAR!", screamed the Queen.
"You are not only insolent, you are also a Racist, and you are trying to get this good man in trouble because you HATE BELIEVERS! He is a Peaceful and Devout man, and you are a Witch!"

"N-no, you dont understand, he-"
"SILENCE!", the Queen interrupted her.
"GUARDS! TAKE HER AWAY!", ordered the Queen in a very loud angry voice.
"She is a Witch! She has commited Hate Speech and is a vile Racist Slut, without shame or regret!", the Queen yelled.

"No, please dont do this! I didnt do anything wrong, STOP!", the Princess shouted, as 2 members of the Royal Guard grabbed her arms.
The Princess was dragged out of the throne room, kicking and screaming, while the Queen was fuming and breathing heavily.

The Guards hit her unconscious, and she was placed temporarily in a jail cell, awaiting her fate.

.......

The Princess woke up to the sound of people shouting.
She felt a strong pain in the back of her head, and a sense of warm liquid running down the back of her neck.
She tried to feel the back of her head with her hands, but they were bound by thick rope and behind her back.
She opened her eyes to see a large crowd of people gathered all around her.
She was bound to the stake, on top of a large pile of firewood.
She could see the faces of the people screaming at her, a lot of them had angry and hateful expressions in their face, and some were not only screaming but spitting at her direction as well.
"BURN HER! BURN THE WITCH!", someone shouted at her.
"KILL THE BLASPHEMOUS HEATHEN!", another man yelled.

The Princess looked towards the back of the crowd.
The Queen was sitting majestically on her portable throne, carried by four muscular men with slave markings on them.
The Queen was looking over the crowd with a content but very serious expression on her face, as if she wanted to make sure that everyone was following her Laws and Orders regarding Peace and Social Justice in the land she ruled over.

As someone who looked like a member of the Royal Guard approached her, he said to her: "Under her Majesty the Queen in right's orders, you are to be put to death, and cleansed in the holy fire, for the crimes of Blasphemy, Racism, Hate Speech and Public Disturbance. Have you any last words?"

The Princess looked at him for a moment, and then the cruel reality could no longer be pushed back. She would be burned alive at the stake.
Tears started falling on her face, and she started shaking.

The man looked at her with annoyance and contempt, and said:
"I am her Majesty's High Inquisitor of the Royal Guard of Peace and Justice, and I ask you again: Have you any last words?"

The Princess responded in tears and a trembling voice: "Please d-dont kill me! I didnt do anything wrong.....please....I'll do anything, I'm sorry, DONT BURN ME!!"

The High Inquisitor shook his head in contempt, and shouted: "Light the Fire, Cleanse the Heathen!"
Men in robes appeared weilding torches, and started lighting the base of the pile of firewood.

The Princess started shaking more violently.
She looked once again towards the angry crowd.
A man was standing out, as if the rest of the crowd was faceless.
It was the rough-looking man, the man who raped her.
He looked at her directly in the eye, and licked his lips. He then showed her a very sardonic smile, as the flames started licking her feet.

The Princess then started screaming in pain and agony, as the flames consumed her completely, her body mere fuel for the fire.
And then, the Little Princess finally found Peace.

 The End


- By TypeUsernameHere