1 Oneshot: Commoner consort

I stared at the window looking far away to the vast lands, thinking what a view this is. Me standing here looking out of the castle window is far from my imagination, even further from my imagination was the king who was half awake on the bed with his handsome face still looking all blur, blue eyes half open and his golden brown hair all ruffled. How many years has it been, I was thinking. And as his sight met mine, I smiled at him sweetly thinking wow how long ago was that when I was all enthusiastic in snatching him and making him mine. He climbed down the bed and went behind me holding me tight in his arms, putting his head on my shoulders and asked lazily, "my queen, why are you awake so early today?" Memories of last time all flooded in when I entered this room. He was a prince and I was a commoner, we wouldn't have crossed path if it wasn't for his uncle which was hungry for fame, wealth and power sneaked me in as a maid for the sole purpose of assassinating the prince so that his son could ascend the throne. I was just a small child but because of that, it became my greatest weapon. Always on guard and when the time comes I will strike. I never did hesitate because I knew it was the only thing I could do for this old man who saved my life from slavery; giving me food and shelter. I did come into contact with the prince, but every time he would look at me and smile just like a small child. Although we were the same age, everything seemed so blissful in his life which I never had in mine. I was angry at my life and vengeful at the world aside the old man, which left a young girl such as myself vending and defending the realism of life at that time: poverty and harshness. Every time I could slice the small dagger with me to his throat, he gave me bread he had for breakfast, slices of meat he had for lunch and dinner when he knew nothing about what I've been through, reprimanded for what I didn't do and punished for what I didn't say while I was still a young maid in service. Thinking that I could get even better than this if the old man did gain the throne but this small gesture of kindness without expecting anything in return melt the ice surrounding my heart little by little and making them warm again. Days passed and years passed, this little meeting we had became precious to me, the small dagger I had was still with me, he continued giving me the bits of food he had, we met up for some chit chat; I can see and so can he the deep smile I had from long ago had disappeared replaced with an earnest one shown only to him. However, as time passed, the old man too grew impatient and hurried me with my real intention into entering this palace, I decided to do it because I owed him my life. That fateful day when the both of us met at the same time like always, I took out my dagger and he stared at me, it's not that he's shocked but me, he smiled at me ever so kindly like always and hold my hand to his chest, wide open and one slash he's dead mission accomplished, but I couldn't do it. That smile which had really saved me, the old man save my body but he saved my soul, ever wandering and aimless following whoever I deemed as my master. I couldn't do it, but the old man knowing that I can't sent someone to spy on me, in the blink of an eye a swift arrow, passed by, sliced my face and left a scar till today but no the pain on my cheek meant nothing compared to the redness of blood on my hand. I cried and cried what can I do? I learned how to kill but not save. But amidst that, I heard his breath, all I could think of is that I could save him. If he were to die, then I will die at least by protecting his body. No that is just stupid, what can I do to make sound let all the other hear me, what can I do so that people know that he is here with me. By hitting the horse with my little dagger which I threw with all my might, hoping that I did aimed right, I'm not all powerful what did you expect me to do? As so, it did attract enough attention sufficient for him to get medical aid which could at least save him. I got thrown behind bars and I did not regret as he was save, I did not do it for the country, I did not do it for anyone but my own satisfaction, knowing that I at least did one thing right in my life. Planning to not waste any resources at least, I can end my life in peace. But as you guessed, I got released and he was made king, we got married and I'm the queen. Looking at the windows at the country you tried hard protecting, "Friedreich, how are you doing now?" A drop of tear flowed down. When is my turn to go so that I could see you? "Grandma, you're here again? Let's play together?" Those words resounded behind me, by the door. Maybe it's still not the right time to leave this place yet huh, Friedreich? "Alright, Grandma's coming".