Death-Bound

Tomboy Princess

Chapter Fourteen

I started coughing and gasping for my breathing again. I can’t hold on much longer. Solom was now holding me, for if he does not I will fall to the floor. I was weakening. I felt even worse when the Emperor entered the dining area.

I tried to stand up, “My lord.” I greeted him bowing. But my knees suddenly weakened dragging me to the floor. Solom caught me before I hit the floor. i***t! You can’t even hold yourself up! I chastised myself as I focused on standing again.

“Stop torturing her!” Solom Shouted to my master. My vision started blurring. And then I felt the sharp stabbing pain inside of me. I gave off a squeal. I gripped my chest as I gritted my teeth to stop myself from shouting and to somehow ease my pain. “Stop it!” he shouted. “She’ll die if you continue this!” Margaritta didn’t know what was happening. She was standing behind the Emperor not knowing what to do.

“She is just my slave.” My master declared. “Don’t tell me you care for such a w***e now Solom?” he looked at me without any mercy at all. I felt something in Solom’s hands as he was holding me. Hate? Solom made me sit on one of the chairs.

“w***e? Is that how you looked at her all of this years, Geoffrey? She was your fiancée and now you are calling her a w***e? Remember this Your Excellency,” he said in sarcasm, “whose fault was it when she got kidnapped twelve years ago? Wasn’t it your supposed marriage?” he was raging as well, I could feel the hate and despair from the way he talked to my master. “And now you are saying that? How dare you say such thing to a Princess?! And worse, the woman I love! It was your fault she is like this now! And you are calling her a w***e?!”

“I pity you Solom,” the Emperor came close to him, as if being proud of what Solom had said to him. “Because the Woman you love will never love you. She will die in my service and will never be freed from me!”

I saw Solom gritted his teeth, what happened next was un-foretold. Solom curled his hand into a fist and hit the Emperor on his left cheek. Solom could lose his head due to this. The Emperor didn’t see it coming either. But then the two men started hitting each other like rival children. They were as if sparing knowing what to do.

I felt responsible for this so I tried to hold myself together, the pain was making out of focus, so I better focus on one thing and one thing alone. I took a knife from the finely settled table and stabbed myself on my left wrist. I could feel the pain much stronger than the ones I felt which was delivered by my master. I grasped for air and focused on one thing, the pain I inflicted to myself. I stood up barely trying to pick up my balance. They were dancing…or was it the growing darkness from the peak of going out consciousness. I was bleeding. I took a breath and shouted. “Stop it both of you!” the two stopped and looked at me. I saw worry from their eyes, for I was still holding the knife which I used on stabbing my hand. “Enough with this stupidity!”

I held the knife in front of my chest, where the pain is aggravating the most. I smiled. They were stunned by the sight of me positioning the knife directly in front of my heart, a death-bound can never die unless he or she was killed by another death-bound, or his or her master wishes it. But I am a death-bound, and suicide is a far common case to us death-bounds. I know deep within my heart that my master wishes my death right this very moment, so why not be freed? I plunge the knife directly to my heart, I even felt it trying to beat. And right that moment I almost finally reached my freedom. I fell on the floor smiling at the two of them who where racing to my aid as my vision finally vanished. The last thing I heard was Margaritta shouting my name, crying.

I wasn’t so sure of what really happened after my consciousness became blank. I wanted to be free…but not like this…never will I want to die being a slave…as a death-bound. it was as if I was sitting in a black corner inside my mind. I couldn’t careless of being in there, I was thinking what if I stayed there and escape every little detail of my life, as a human and as a death-bound.

I felt considering everything a little contented of being in this darkness than to feel more pain in waking up. I am a coward. And thinking that, I made myself more miserable. I hated being weak and of no use. I hated the way the man I love the most would look and see me as a lesser being than his equal half. I hated being treated with so much of care that it would hurt my pride into thinking that maybe I am an extra load! I was raised to take care of myself. I asked my father never to let me marry until it was too late. I couldn’t help my engagement, and they also saw that I loved being with him—Geoffrey. We were friends, and constant source of rivalry in our school trainings and exams. I tried my best to place our little friendship to that level as possible but it turned out that my parents would gladly give me—their only daughter and heir to the throne, and my hand in marriage when the Prince himself asked for it. I wasn’t supposed to fear the thought about it for all the royals especially the ambitious ones would gladly give in to the whole intension. But my parents are not one of those ambitious royals, and they were contented to be a law abiding keepers of their kingdoms, meaning, my father will kill anyone who would dare to harm me especially the possible future son in law. But he didn’t even objected even if I myself were the one to raise the red flag for war when the whole engagement of a tomboy princess to the future Emperor of our lands was settled.