1 Desecrate this alter!

Silence fills the room like glass, transparent and sharp. The queen dowager and the queen each took sips from their cups respectively, no one saying anything. I have been waiting for this moment but now I can't help but be disappointed.

The cold room felt even colder with big, metal, monster statues decorating the place, like deadly guardians. The air had a metallic smell as I could smell my own blood gushing in and out of my heart with every heavy thump my heart makes.

Three months ago, I was curled up like a hedgehog, away from the door and window, so no one could see me. Not even my own shadow was permitted a peek. Hunched over my laptop as I type letter, by letter, word by a new world, where I could hide away from the one, I live in.

I could give mountains of excuses like, I am Pisces we are natural day dreamers and escapers, but none of it was ordinary, natural, or healthy. And I was not okay. My creativity had allowed me to create a world where I exist just enough to sleep and breath, nothing about me was interesting, so every other character became more prominent than myself. Even I, forgot I was in the book.

That was the magic of escapism.

Enthralled in my own creation, I didn't notice my lack of hygiene or nourishment and my heavy sleep deprived eyes; hollowed out by the beckoning tease of my laptop screen. As an art major my dorm room was a cluttered mess with every creative tool busy sightseeing by my window, taking a stroll on the floor or leaning against my four walls. Paintings; abandoned, curtains; undrawn. As if hypnotised by the click and clack of my keyboard or my poor state finally catching up to me. I was swallowed sweetly into sleep. Only to open my eyes in the world I had created. At first, I thought perhaps it was a good dream. A sweet relief from reality.

Then I thought I was imagining things. I was deranged and had hit rock bottom that I was hallucinating a whole world.

When I accepted my new reality, I assumed God was blessing me. Now, I don't know.

I got the peace and quiet I wanted for a while, now I think this is where I, Precious Zuri, dies.

But the queens…

They are not even trying. In my mind, I had carefully planned out perfect ways to fail… I mean ace this test. But they are doing nothing.

Shining and stunning. Blindingly, they move their heads as they sip tea causing sparks and rays to decorate the walls like tiny suns. But all the dazzles couldn't hide the silent danger. Like a thief at night, it is stealthy and waiting for a perfect chance. Would they cut my head if I speak before I am spoken to?

I was called to the palace due to special circumstances, i.e., the prince became a nuisance and their rules on a fit princess to marry the prince became lax, that they even invited someone from my banner. Pardon my lack of creativity, but my banner is shit. Yet even my shit banner doesn't want this. My father had spent last night calling in favours to promise my sisters, but I made my character so unnoticeable that he forgot me. Sure, everyone wants to have a daughter in the royal family, but if the prince is bullying everyone into suicide, it is a wate of asset no one can afford, not even my father with thirteen children and counting cares to lose some.

Scared to look at the queens my eyes wandered, taking in the beautifully decorated room with miles of space and grandeur, which suddenly felt like a crammed underground tube. The silence became too loud, and their gentle sips didn't soothe my mind. I suffer from anxiety; this feels like torture. My leg is cramped, my butt has been sat for too long, my back is aching for sitting perfect for too long, my nose is itching, my palms are sweating of my rings! I. Can. No. Longer. Endure! Shoot me.

In this stiff situation, I began to wonder, should I, do it?

Can I really do it?

The murder of all murders in everything royal.

I am going to do it.

The voice in my head is chanting, "do it, do it, do it." And I am a sheep. I am going to fart.

Oh yes.

You see when I first came to this world, I was taught by my lady's maid; the ways of surviving as a lady in this realm. And dare I say I am a pro. And farting is a holy taboo. Which mean I am about to desecrate this alter.

Still kneeling, I look up to the Queens with determination in my eyes, I would not fail. Hands slammed flat on the floor, drawing everyone's attention, butt lifted off the floor and jutting out into the air with intentions, eyes intensely staring at the Queens, who now look at me curiously. Now you see me. Bitches.

I am ready for blast off!

"His Highness has called for you." A man in a blue robe whisper in my ear out of the blue. My peculiar position failed as the shock sent me falling face first. My fart came, but it was sad and silent. When did he arrive? Good lord!

I look to the queen and queen dowager for some explanation, and they sipped tea. How helpful. Had they not seen my display? Surely, they could smell the taboo. Do I actually go? Are they testing me? Well, it was never my intention to pass, so, screw it.

"If you will please excuse me your highness... es," I say to the queen and the Dowager. "Peace out." I don't believe they understood me, but I could feel the queen dowager's gaze on my back as I walk away making me feel unsettled. The man in blue robes walked before me slouched over like a tortoise. Poor guy. We walked for what seemed like forever before finally standing before a beautiful palace. Another one? I am so confused. I turned around to look at the journey behind me and all I saw were a huge line of girls, dozens, bowing. Had they followed us here? Creepy motherf...

"This way my lady." Said the blue robed man, leading me up the stairs. The queen dowager's place was cold, outside was hot, but in here, there was a calming warmth. I could hear my heels click as I walk.

Click.

Clack.

The curtains blocking each door I pass brush my skin, ever so lightly. It was like a voodoo shop. I should not go in. girls commit suicide after going in, twelve never married…okay I am going in.

I could feel my commenters on Wattpad say "don't go in," now I feel like a stupid female in a book, I do not think I am the lead, symphony was lead when I left. So, no one knows you are here, Precious Zuri, you are alone. No one would cry for you.

Standing in front of a gold curtain I could about see his silhouette; this was how I knew I was there. He had a dick shaped crown on his head and the silhouette was glorious. How am I not laughing?

"Come in." A soothing voice, deep and sombre called. A meme I saw time ago came to mind, with an otter belly up in a bath captioned 'come in the water is warm.'

I immediately bring every period show, drama, and movie I have seen to mind. Over my years of Netflix addiction, I have come to learn; in every culture, princes tend to expect worship. So…

"Your Highness, I am not worthy to see your face," I hollered as I throw myself on the floor, kneeling and bowing in an exaggerated manner. What I really want to say is Shh! You are not special, you are flesh and blood, get over yourself. How dare you say, 'come in'. Something is wrong with my brain.

"Who are you trying to fool?" He speaks. Uhm… you? Who else is here to fool?

Right now, I could only see the floor and moving shadows of candlelight flickering. I don't care for him.

"Whatever do you mean, your highness?" I am so hungry right now. I cannot do royal psychopath today, I miss chicken wings, I miss KFC. THIS IS NOT AD PLACEMENT. IT IS FOOD OBSSESSION AND IT IS AN EMERGENCY. IF YOU CAN PLEASE PASS KFC THROUGH THE PAGES. What am I saying?

A bone chilling laughter came, vibrating deep within himself and echoing against the walls. Can he read minds?

"I know your family hold no loyalty to the crown." He said mockingly, before sharply pulling the curtain away and harshly pulling up my face to look at him. So, we are still on this.

Daringly, I look up to his face only to see...

Jupiter.