Princess Why You Cut Your Wrist Novels & Stories

Everything in me warned me to keep my head down, but somehow I found myself looking up at him. Before I could blink, his palm met my face with a hard and painful slap. A scream left my lips, and I forced them shut as the metallic taste of blood coated my tongue. My face throbbed, but I tried to look past it. I wasn't going to let him see my pain; that was an oath at this point. Tightly gripping the tray of ceramic pieces, I tried my best to walk as calmly as possible. The maids whispered and stared as I walked past them, trying my best not to cry. I sucked in my cheeks, looking straight ahead.

That is why he suddenly believes that the Princess truly didn’t remember anything. "What are you doing? You should not move your body yet. It was still healing." The man said to Frost and tried to grab her arms when the Princess, in a swift move, evaded his hands. Again, he was stunned to her unusual and fast movements. “Do not casually touch me. Because it is not my responsibility if you suddenly could not use your hands.” Frost said while smirking.

She rolled all over the floor, tears pouring from her crocodile eyes as she clutched her broken arm with the other hand. I picked myself up and went to get Christian from his crib before going to get security. As soon as I opened the door two men were rushing to my bedroom. "Your Highness, we heard screaming." "Princess Naomi tried to attack me." "Oh my goodness, are you alright?" "I'm fine. She's inside the bedroom." They rushed in and their eyes popped with surprise when they saw the state I'd left her in. Regardless of her pain, they handled her out of the room and out of the palace.

Kat gently put her hand on the princess arm, “I really hope he pulls through” There was a pause while everyone remembered the King. “Well, Shimel, Lacy which pieces do you like?” The Princess broke the silence, which made it ok for everyone to carry on too. Lacy stepped up to the case, “Oh they really are so beautiful, can I please try the Bracelet on the left” “Good choice” Kat said “Shimel” “Kat, is it important that one of us pick the hair clip so we can send you coded messages?”

It’s a beautiful sound. “I hate it when people don’t know when to stop,” I tell her. “Also, you're very wrong. Don’t worry, I'll tell you where you're wrong.” I break the ulna bone in her forearm, and her scream splits through the forest. Sweet symphony “Firstly, I can defend myself. I'm neither waiting for the princes nor anyone else to rescue me. Never.” She struggles underneath me, twisting her other arm back frantically, but I snag that one, too, breaking her wrist and pinning it behind her in one smooth movement.

Yet, I remained quiet and stared at her as if she had suddenly grown hundreds of heads. “Answer me!” Princess Violet gritted out but I remained mute. “You won't speak up?” She asked like the fool she was. When I still chose my silence, Princess Violet raised one of her feet which had been covered in what I knew to be Royal slippers. I presumed she was planning to kick me but Princess Violet had other plans that would cause me more pain than a mere kick. The Princess settled her foot on my wounded back, adding pressure to the wound I got because of her. My strong will couldn't stop me from crying out in pain when she did that and I could have sworn I heard Harper wince.

But looked like I wouldn’t be able to keep my promise after all. The dagger was only a half inch away from my chest when a great force came at me from the side. Somebody knocked into me. The dagger missed its original target and cut into my shoulder instead. I let out a painful and desperate cry, pulling the dagger out, and wanted to stab myself again. But my wrist was grabbed by a large hand. It was Hover. He snatched the dagger away from me and put my arms to my back and tied my hands with a rope. “That was stupid, Princess Regina,” he whispered into my ears.

"I have a big family and they-" The Princess mercilessly swings her sword once more. The maid moves her hands to protect her head, but all falls to the floor, parts of her cut hands and the head.

Emily, panicking, wouldn't want to be attacked. "It is not as quick as you think. The guard will be leaving with us at the same time." Isabella assured Emily that. "Your majesty, I will suggest everyone be cautious, as well as the palace maids." Emily proposed this to the princess. "Why do you say so?" Isabella asked her. "Your worst nightmare asked me out today," Emily replied. "Do you mean Xavier?" "You should be happy he found you worthy; maybe he is in love with you or might want to use you for fun as usual."

he said before slamming the door and leaving. Left alone, the princess crouched down to pick up the broken pieces of the vase, her heart heavy. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she looked at the mess she had just created. As she reached to pick up a shard of glass, she cut her hand, and blood began to drip onto the carpet. Laura, hearing the commotion, immediately came to wrap a bandage around the princess's hand. At that moment, a servant came to inform the princess, "Your presence is requested in the dining room, Your Majesty. King and Queen are awaiting you for breakfast."