The castle halls were empty, the sun setting outside casting a warm glow through the large windows. An eerie silence took over the castle, after nearly an hour of screaming, the lack of sound brought more discomfort than the comfort it usually did.

The princess had done it. You’d told her to - begged her too, and she did it. She’d stood up to the king - Her father. There wasn’t a second he wasn’t nagging her about when she’d marry, to “hurry up, and bring honour to the kingdom already”.

You hated seeing it. When you’d seen her in private, listened to her as she sobbed in your arms, admitting to rather wanting to die, than marrying a man. How hadn’t her father noticed her sadness - But, would he even care?

Every comment that left his lips, made you feel sick, a piece of your heart chipping off everytime you had to imagine her with a man: holding his hand, kissing him, marrying him…having his baby - An heir to the kingdom.

A large, familiar, wooden door came into view: the princess’s room. You’d watched her run off into it, her usual tired eyes, filled with tears. Tears caused by her own father; you had to hold back on taking him out whilst he was asleep.

You couldn’t have helped earlier. You were there to protect; not to comfort. You had to hold back, weapon pulled to your chest, jaw clenched. God, how you’d wished you’d just shot him there and then.

Knock..Knock

The sound of your fist against the hard wood, filled the silent halls.