This is a short story I did for my english class last year. Felt like typing it up here....well enjoy!!! XD It's a fanfiction of the king author stories!! Got a hundred on it FYI
Now in a castle far away in Lancelyn, in the highest point of the highest tower, lived the young, beautiful Princess Adalia. Adalia was the daughter of the vile Queen Morgana LeFay and the king of the castle, an evil sorcerer whose name is unknown.
Once Morgana gained knowledge that she was with child, she knew imediately it was not her husband's, but allowed her husband to assume it was.
"As soon as this child is," She told her lover one night in the cover of the trees, "You art flee this place. Return nevermore, for if thou doth dare grace this land again, he with swift eyes will know that I hath been unfaithful."
The sorcerer-king made to protest, but Morgana caught his words with her lips.
"Please, Sir, save yourself and I from the fury of society's inquisitor."
He agreed, despite the disgust from her notions. That night, however, he made a promise to himself.
"Yes, I shall take up my things and flee," He assured himself, "Once my child is born to me."
And flee did he, with his child in tow.
"I shall name thee Adalia, for thy is of noble birth." He whispered to his daughter the night of her birth.
When it came to be known that the princess was the fairest in all the lands, the sorcerer grew selfish and locked Adalia in the highest point of the highest tower. He loved his daughter, however, and gave her an amulet charmed to shine the brightest for her one true fated. Though he had love for her, he loved himself more and desired a male heir, therefore planned to steal his firstborn grandson.
Now at the mere of 16 years, Adalia grew accustomed to hte watching her father's knights praticing their swordmanship from the safety of either her tower, or the dark carriage her father gave her for her 15th.
"They appear as ants," She whispered to herself, sighing, one day. She wished she could go see them from the carriage, but alas 'twas out being cleaned that day. She desired to see the one knight whom made her heart sing. A handsome, young man was he, merely 2 years older then she.
"Alas," She told herself, "Ihave tomorrow."
"Or maybe not," the deep husky voice startled her. She turned around to see the very knight she found herself falling for!
"Mere knight," Adalia smiled, "My father would have thy head if he were to find thee here."
"Art thou to tell him?" The knight smirked.
"He is away on business, to return on the morrow." Adalia responded, waving it off nonchalantly, "I do not believe that one day's visit will do harm."
The knight smiled and sauntered towards the princess, the princess could not take the suspense, and ran into the knight's arms. She then gave herself and her virtue to him. The amulet shining brightly around them as though an angel's blessing.
The king arrived the next day, and Adalia confessed her love of the knight, keeping the past events a secret locked away in the tower of her heart.
The king rejoiced and rushed the wedding to that day. In two weeks time it came to be that Adalia was with child.
The next week the newlyweds and their father fell to the river's bankside.
Adalia laughed at her husband's humorous tales, then grew quiet as she overheard her father's voice responding to his chief advisor.
"Ay," The king jeered, "I understand I have a few years to live. 'Twas the evil wench who doth stolen my years."
"You need an heir, Sire." The advisor responded.
"Yes I know." said the king, "I have known for a while, in fact." He then told of his plan.
Adalia was outraged , horrified, bloodthristy.
That night, in their bedroom, she exploded with rage and wicked thoughts.
"How he dare think my son his?!? This vile man shall pay for his treachery and evil ways! Oh, this man, I thought he had love for me, but it was a farce!!"
Her young husband fussed about, "My wife, for the babe's sake, please come to side on the bed."
She would not, for she was plotting a vile thing. A plot to save herself and her babe. For only this could she relax.
Then a plan came to her.
Adalia grinned, and her expression showed her relation to the king in many more ways than one. The evil behind the beauty.
"My wife?" The prince's fear not hidden in his face.
"Come, my dear husband," The princess turned to her him.
"Take up thy arms and come with me."
"My wife, whatever for?"
Adalia giggled with mischief.
"Why, but of course, my love. You art to slay thy king."
The amulet's light shone a dark red, ebgulfing the room.
