Rhea: Warrior Princess

Rhea's POV : I groan at the sound of my ringing alarm as I wake up(I've never been a fan of mornings),but this is my life and what I live for. I quickly do my morning routine and get ready for training before king Esmond summons someone to come and drag me to the training rank. And if you're wondering who he is ,well, he is the one who makes sure I'm fit enough to do his and the royal council's dirty works and his also my father. knowing the strength and power I have ,he decided to create in me an indestructible beast that kills whatever it comes across. I have killed more than I can count but I have no choice as I am bound to do so. I had signed a blood contract with the royal council to be their loyal warrior for the period of 5 years, while I was actually tricked into being their assassin warrior.The young and immature me couldn't understand the words and was thrilled at the idea of being a warrior. And here I am now,nothing but a line of dead bodies up until this very day "your highness, the king is waiting for you at the training rank. " I'm snapped out of my thoughts as one of the maids says. I quickly rush out to where my father is ,and we get down to work. Half way through our training, Humphrey my dad's second, comes in dragging a man who is covered in blood and I dread what is to come after. "Here's another package sweetheart, please dispose it for me my dear." he says in a sickly sweet tone knowing very well I will do what he says. It has been like this with our training, right afterwards or between our sessions they would bring someone in for me to kill in front of the royal council. I look at the man in front of me,fear evident in his eyes, those very eyes, begging me to have mercy in a silent prayer. I could only show my sympathy through my eyes and hope that he will forgive me. I close my eyes as I s***h open his throat as his dead body falls with a thud on the ground. "135 250 kills over the period of 5 years,well done sweetheart, I have made you the perfect killing machine. " he says like a lunatic he is. I feel the tears close to falling but I refuse to let them fall in front of him,I refuse to show him how broken I am inside. I quickly rush into my room and look the door behind me. As soon as I lay in my bed the tears starts rolling off my cheeks and I can't even stop them from falling,I feel the rage and hatred towards my father and the council members multiply each and every single day. I hate what he has made me to be ,I hate how ruthless he is towards others and I curse the fates for letting him be my father. I lay the motionless as I cried silently, with only one comfort that it will soon be over in another month, the contract will no longer bind me,and I will be free. With that thought I drift into a dreamless sleep.