Pretty Pretty Princess: A Twisted Fairy Tale by McKenzie Shane

Author:McKenzie, Shane [McKenzie, Shane]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: QuarkXPress, ebook, epub
Publisher: Blood Bound Books
Published: 2016-08-09T04:00:00+00:00

9

Francis had paced the room for what felt like hours after Gavin had fallen asleep. Mostly from excitement and a feeling of accomplishment, which was an alien feeling for him. But something about what Gavin had said just before dozing off troubled him.

A prince dangling from a window? It wasn’t me, which means . . . Was Balthazar trying to spy? And if so, for what purpose?

Probably just jealousy, Francis figured. He was in line to take over the throne, assuming his older sister was dead. The kingdom was as good as his, and from the looks of the king, it wouldn’t be long before the crown was sitting atop his head.

And then in marches Francis with the long lost princess, the firstborn of Trulia and the rightful heir, ruining all of poor Balthazar’s plans.

That’s all it was. Nothing to be concerned about. We can probably expect many more tantrums from him.

Francis wasn’t sure when he had fallen asleep. He woke up on the floor, curled into a ball, shivering from the cold. Gavin still snored in the corner, his ear twitching.

A sound. It was a sound that had woken him up, and it was the same sound that seemed to tickle the pig’s eardrums.

Screaming. Hysterical screaming and shouting from somewhere in the castle. It sounded like it came from above them. Directly above.

The king’s room?

“A pound of gold says that screamin’s got somethin’ to do with your rat princess.” Gavin stood, stretched, and squeezed out a rumbling fart before traipsing toward Francis and sitting beside him.

Francis pulled his shirt collar over his nose—something he had grown used to doing traveling beside his portly friend.

“You haven’t got a pound of gold.”

“Not yet. But we’re the brave heroes who brought the princess home. They’ll be gold-plating our balls by the end of the day.”

Rapid, clanging footsteps approached their door. Francis jumped to his feet and fumbled his hands, not sure what else to do but stand there and wait. Gavin hid behind him, wedging his snout between his calves.

“I got a bad feeling about this, Fran.”

“It does seem rather ominous . . . ”

“Still got the king’s gold chain.”

“Somehow, I don’t think that’s going to do us any good.”

“Yeah.”

The door shattered inward, throwing splinters and jagged wooden chunks into the room, raining over Francis and Gavin.

Francis threw his arms over his face and turned, though he was still poked in the neck and arms. From the way Gavin was squealing and cussing beneath him, he figured he had suffered the same.

Picking the wooden needles from his neck, Francis faced the door.

Trulia’s golden guards marched in and formed tight lines on both sides of Francis, all facing him. They looked uncomfortably close to one another. A metallic clanging sound rang out every time a new guard pressed himself against the one in front of him.

In walked Prince Balthazar, a smug look on his face as he entered and glanced around the room. Hands behind his back, gut sticking out and wrapped in some flowery garment, he took slow, heavy steps as he approached Francis.

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