Once Upon A Murder Once upon a time, in a place they call Fairytrail, there was a magnificently grand castle. One where the royal family danced to the vibrant ballroom music and ate meals that's aroma pervaded the halls. The sounds and smells flooded the castle, starting to fill the outside world of many cheese-colored cottages that seemed miniscule in comparison to the royal building. The castle had its captivating stories whilst the small neighborhood had their own. One story was life-changing for all the people of Fairytrail. You will hear that story now, from the perspective of one living in the unnoticed holes. Noah Sterling, a poor but kind stableman, and Emma Sterling, his beautiful wife, took shelter in one of the many beautiful cottages. They had an enchanting blue-eyed girl whom they named Camilla, a soul that was kind to all. The Sterling family had close relations with the royalty, for their families had been friends for generations before, but vowed never to take advantage of their friendship for greedy needs. After the tragic death of Camilla's mother, Noah Sterling took it upon himself to raise Camilla as the princess she hoped to be. Unfortunately, over the years, Noah found this task extremely hard to accomplish alone, for he had no money to buy the needs for both, his child and him, so he decided to pay King Smith and Queen Lily a visit. Ignorant to the fact that she had little friends to keep her company, Noah had left Camilla alone at the house and traveled by foot to the grand castle himself. Days after Noah left, Camilla started to worry for he had not returned in the time he had planned to. After many hours of confusion as to why she was still alone, Camilla was given the news that he had been killed a few days before, on his way to the castle. The hard wood caught her fall whilst her hands overflowed with a wet substance pouring out her blue eyes. The paper, that was being scurried along the floor towards her, read that her father had a snake-like shape engraved into his wrist during the murder. With red puffy eyes and strands of hair glued to her cheeks, she walked up to the door after hearing a soft thump fighting the door. She opened the door to blinding jewels on a magnificently beautiful carriage. After a faint moment of pure white she felt warmth surrounding her along with hard crystals pressing against her chest. Not completely sure of what was happening, Camilla returned that feeling of warmth and accepted it as a gift she had been given. "Come, Camilla darling, to our castle where we will comfort you more than your soft pillows have at night and care for you as if a princess of our own," the queen offered. Camilla had but no choice to take upon the queen's offer for she was drowning in her sorrow and was in desperate need of quick relief. She entered the royal carriage and rested her head on the queen's shoulder, at times having the carriage rebound of rocks that laid on the roads. When she arrived at the splendid building, she had entered to hundreds of people standing in front of a portrait of her father. The royal family was hosting what would be a memorable funeral ceremony for her father and had Camilla do all of the honors her father would have wanted her to. Everything was happening so fast for her, denying her time to wrap her head around what was occurring. After the ceremony, Camilla was escorted around the castle, by a servant, for a small tour. After being sent to what would now be her room, she was formally introduced to Prince Charles and the rest of the royal family. She had known them for as long as she could remember but she felt like she never really knew anything about them. Almost as if there was information missing from their backstory. "Hello there, beautiful Camilla. Do you favor the room we have set for you? I picked the hue of the walls myself," the prince rambled on. The prince wore a white jacket, that very visibly displayed his muscular body, and red pants being held up by a glossy gold belt. Though his face was brightened by his silky skin, his eyes told Camilla a different story. After feeling much underdressed when the prince approached her, she replied with the tone and high vocabulary she was taught to speak with when conversing with the royalty. "Hello, kind sir. Thank you so very much for the room, Prince Charles, I appreciate it plenty-" "Oh please, you're embarrassing me, Camilla," the prince swiftly interrupted,"Call me Charles, I insist." Though the prince was attempting to gain Camilla's comfort and trust, Camilla felt trapped in what seemed to be an endless conversation and wished to get up and scream. Much to her rescue, the queen walked into her newly constructed room with a much more comforting smile than Prince Charles had been giving Camilla. Queen Lily gently handed Camilla a rectangular enveloped stamped with a red wax seal. "This invitation was to be given to your father, but now I am happily sending it to you," a wave of sorrow soared inside Camilla as Queen Lily softly spoke. "Though you do not need one, it is a request to attend a ball we are hosting tomorrow, in honor of finding this naughty prince a princess." Taking the envelope and placing it onto the desk next to her bed, Camilla thanked the royal parents and requested for a nightgown. She wished to sleep for she had a very long and rough day, and she did not want to make an entrance at the ball with bags under her eyes. Camilla had woken up to a vibrant chime that rung from a royal ear to another. She was greeted by a servant who held a tray with orange juice and what looked to be fancy english cookies. Camilla noticed there was a servant on the floor waiting for her feet to be dressed with soft blue slippers and another servant waiting by the door for a tailor, that would fit Camilla's ball gowns. Though she had just moved into the royal household, she had found it quite easy to adjust to the new setting. She kissed a picture of her and her parents, which she always kept by her side, and got up to start the day. Camilla had done more things in one day than she had planned to do in a lifetime. She was beyond well pleased when given the opportunity to get dressed in a marvelous bathroom with endless luxurious toiletries, eat a royal lunch with the royal family, and go horseback-riding with the prince of the kingdom. After many minute hours passed by, Camilla was animated, impatiently waiting for the gathering to come. Making a few wrong turns and opening many wrong doors, Camilla ran into her room and put on her gown carefully but rapidly. She was excited for this had been an event she'd wanted to go to for all her life. She wore a beautiful blue ball gown with many layers of tulle on the petticoat. It sparkled almost as bright as her blue eyes and made Camilla feel more magical than the castle itself. Before she knew it, she was walking down the grand staircase that led to the ballroom floor, arm in arm with the prince. There were many people she barely recognized for the neighbors she saw cleaning their front yard in rags were now dressed in more elegant clothes. She smiled, remembering not to get too excited and ruin her very sophisticated approach down the steps. Once they got down the marvelous staircase, Charles hurriedly but somewhat respectfully excused himself from Camilla, allowing her to converse with her neighboring friends, but left her in suspicion once again. Though she wanted this night to be perfect and tried to ease her mind from all the thoughts she was forming about the prince, Camilla simply could not. "May all the princesses who were given the beige envelope with the pink stamp on top please proceed to the front of the stage," a servant announced, "all princesses with a pink stamp please proceed to the front of the stage for your evaluation." The royal family had been wanting to start to evaluate the chosen princesses but could not find the prince. Camilla volunteered to find him and brought her friends along to help, divide and conquer was her plan. She had been skipping along the halls of the castle quietly, attempting to go unnoticed. She brought herself to a stop when she heard a soft conversation on the other side of a turn. She recognized Charles' voice but didn't seem to know the other person's. "...I know what you did Prince Charles...will expose you if you continue..." Though his accent was thick and Camilla had not known whose voice this belonged to, she was able to make out some of the phrases he said. "If you know what I did, then you know what I'm capable of," the prince replied. Camilla barely recognized his voice due to a new malevolent tone he had been using. Camilla had thought of interrupting the conversation to call the prince to evaluate the beautiful princesses but halted to a stop when she heard the swipe of a blade followed by a revolting sound of gush. A soundly thud came along as she gasped silently, trying not to bring attention to herself and covered her mouth with her hand. She felt faint with her eyes and mouth wider than the ballroom floor. She hid in a closet that was conveniently next to her and watched the shadow of the prince's dress shoes walk by along with the dragging of what looked to be a butler's dress and feet. She opened the door quietly, trying not to reveal to the prince that she had been spying, and started to follow the prince continuing to cover her mouth with her hand. He looked left and right consistently along with difficulty of carrying the poor butler but never looked back. He entered a hall that was not included in the tour given to Camilla and approached a dark green door. Camilla watched him open the door with a code and enter a dark room with many faint circles that she could not see. A vague thump closed the door slowly and after a few minutes the prince came back out and fixed his badge. He seemed as if he was cleaning off a very visible red substance. He had opened the door more than before, which gave Camilla more time to plan out how to enter the forbidden room. The prince stood in front of the closing door for more time than Camilla wished he had and barely made her headband in when he started walking the other way. She waited until the prince left, to walk into what seemed like a secret lair. She was shocked, terrified even, at the symbol she saw on the walls. Blood stains scattered everywhere, making her nauseated with the ghastly scene it created. That's when she realized, her suspicions were correct. She found a list that had been on what probably would have been the main desk. She found her father's name at the very bottom along with the words, "witness of earlier murder." Everything started to fall in place for Camilla. She had found a new list that had only one name, "the butler" with the words "threatened to expose my murders" alongside it. She quickly grabbed the two lists and ran as fast as she could to the ballroom. Her blue dress hindering her but the papers in her hand making her more determined to warn the others. She ran into the ballroom, the prince eyeing her every step she took, and dashed towards the stage. She whispered into the queen's ear and showed her the lists. The prince figured out what was going on and quickly went into defensive mode. He took out his dagger and sword and started to run. Chaos broke loose in the castle, with ball gowns tripping people who wanted to get the hell away from the building and screams amounting to a louder noise than the morning chime. The prince made good use of his sword and swiped at any chance he thought he could be caught. Unfortunately for the prince, he was outnumbered many to one. Though he had reduced the number of guards by staining the ballroom floors almost as grimly as his lair, the large army caught hold of the prince and threw him in the dungeon He was banished from the royal family and was later sentenced to a lifetime in the prison. Being proud guardians of her, King Smith and Queen Lily pronounced Camilla as the "savior of Fairytrail" and the queen's and king's newest princess. ........ Camilla had become a girl she had never imagined herself to be. A few years later, the royal family once again held a grand ball, but this time to find our beloved Camilla a prince. Instead of 4-5 princes to evaluate, she waited until the perfect guy came up to her and asked her to dance. And she did just that, wearing a light green ball gown with different jewels on every edge, her hair up in the most beautiful style, and her glass shoes allowing her to dance the night away. A young prince arrived later at the ball than the arrival time and stole everyone's attention. Though Camilla had the night of her life with a prince that most definitely fitted her definition of perfect, he had run away at 12:00 as if late for something and left behind a prince sash. She went on her journey to find him and did, apparently becoming a savior once more by rescuing him from his ‘evil’ family, who was, to be noted, also friends with the prince. Camilla started a family with him and told herself that no matter how important you are, if you have a bad heart you will get what you deserve. She told us that if we wanted a happily ever after, we would need to be treated with a good heart. And to be treated with a good heart, we'd have to treat with a good heart. Naturally, I believed her, because what would I know? I'm just a little mouse who struggles to find cheese in a castle. ~The End~ |
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