Normal Princess

I uttered a shrill cry and set about to swinging my sword against my opponent’s blade. I quickly analyzed the situation, parried, and thrust upward into the poor man’s chest. I whirled to catch another blade that was about to kiss my throat. My attacker—a devilishly handsome boy with golden locks and piercing eyes—met each one of my strokes. I bit back a cry of pain when he landed a singly blow upon me, the crimson blood trickled down my arm and I fought not question how he had managed this great feat of harming me. I was a warrior princess, not a normal one. No one had ever managed to place a blow upon my fair skin.



Except one.



“You!” I whispered, that very word a threat to end his existence, though I had not spoken of it. He hit the end of his sword against my wrist, shattering the tiny bone. I cried out and dropped my sword—the very thing protecting me from death. With a savage yank, he pressed me to him and crushed his lips unto mine. Desire and passion mingled with fear, spiked my veins. I felt myself surrender to the kiss I had felt a million times before.



“Hello, Princess Elesmira.” Caz purred. He grasped my wrists—his strength far outmatched mine—and dragged me from the battlefield. No! I was needed there! My country needed my help defending from the invaders. I bit my lip when a string of thoughts entered my mind. Would he harm me? Torture me and batter my skin to get information? Or was he still the Caz I knew? Someone who loved me dearly and would never dream of hurting me? I shook my head and decided on the former. He had already broken my wrist.



I tried to resist again when I saw two horses tied together. They whinnied harshly and bucked when Caz threw me on. “Now, my love, do not struggle.” I fought back a sarcastic retort. I was not his love anymore. After he betrayed my father and had him murdered to our ancient enemies, Caz had lost all of the respect I held for him and any mercy that was once there.



You see, Caz was my betrothed.



We had been together in secret, for he was a poor farm boy and I was a princess. But it had been glorious. We indulged in each other every night, and whipped through the forest hand-in-hand during the day. I felt my lashes flutter against my cheeks briefly. Nevertheless, he was evil and hatred was in his heart. He had been corrupted, like a sick poison spreading through his body the evil took over.



We reached our destination about an hour later—far from the cries of battle now. Caz tenderly helped me down, which came as a great shock to me. Three more men, all of them dark and burly, appeared in front of me. Panic and adrenaline roared in my ears and I fought not to cower.



It was then their pet dragon swooped down. Caz’s eyes widened and one of the men grabbed me by the waist and pushed me in front of the hulking beast. The dragon—or wyrven—had massive yellowing teeth, splattered with the black blood of his last meals. His size was beyond comprehension, and his huge tail held a spiked blue barb tipped with poison at the end. I did not want to fathom the ways he could kill me with that tail, those incredible talons, or his teeth.



“I thought we agreed not to kill her!?” Caz shouted, his anger swirled around him like a living aura.



“We lied.” One of the men stated. Caz leapt in front of me, pulled out his sword, and one by one murdered the owner’s of the dragon.



“I can distract it,” he panted. “Long enough for you to ride home. Go!” Before I realized what he was doing, I was on a horse and on my way back to my kingdom. I heard Caz’s death cries and shrieks of pain, and I closed my eyes and made a wish.



I wished I was a normal princess.