Alexander Krawsic's Story

Sam's eyelids fluttered open, revealling her dazzling blue eyes. Her light pink hair lay messily on her pillow, reaching down to her lower back. With a loud groan, she forced her body to lift itself up into a sit. Her arms stretched out as a much needed yawn escaped her soft lips. Once her vision had completely returned, better than ever, she scanned her eyes around her bedroom.

She swung her legs out from the blanket and dangled them over the edge, where she found her soft, fluffy slippers. For as long as she could remember, even as a child, Alex always put her slippers in the correct position for when she awoke. The corners of her mouth curled upwards slightly in a smile. "Alexander!" She called, "Be a dear and put the kettle on". Sam knew he'd most likely be up by now, since he was always up earlier than everyone else.

Sam stood herself up, almost toppling over. She had a hard time keeping her balance when she was too tired to pay attention to where her feet were or what direction she was leaning in. She skipped off to her bathroom with a bright grin on her face, humming a small tune as she went.

She jumped back out about an hour later, fully washed, clothed and ready for the day's activities. She scurried out of the bedroom and ran down the hall, skidding as she turned towards the kitchen. "Morning!" She shouted, holding her arms up as if to say 'Look at me, look at me!'. This was the cheery side she only ever showed around her family and maybe one or two of the soldiers and guards.

Alexander was stood in the kitchen, his eyes glued to an article in the newspaper. It was some stupid crap about the abduction of a zoo's penguin. "Pfft. I swear, this planet grows more stupid each day. And stuff like this doesn't help them" He said to himself, soon followed by a frustrated sigh. He heard noises coming from Samantha's room, so he assumed she was getting up. "Alexander! Be a dear and put the kettle on" He heard a voice call to him.

"Sure, whatever" He called back, spinning around to face the kettle. It was already full to the maximum level of water, so all he needed to do was flip the switch. It didn't do anything for a while, but then it started to bubble and he knew he could wander off to his own devices until it was done. His eyes scanned the next article, something about fatty foods. "Morons. Giving fat people an article about food is only going to make them want to eat more of it. And they're already fat, so I don't think they care about getting fatter". He often did this, sharing his opinion so openly, even when there was no one around to hear it.

He put the teabag into the cup, soon followed by a little bit of milk, then water, and afterwards a spoonfull of sugar. He stirred it thoroughly and took out the teabag. Alex left it on the side for his sister and he just stood there, reading. After about an hour of waiting, she finally jumped through the door, flailing her arms like some sort of idiot. "Your tea has gone cold. I'm not making you any more" He said bluntly, ignoring her greeting. He slammed his paper down on the kitchen side and walked out of the kitchen, then out of the door to the right of it.

Alexander inhaled some of the cold morning air, sighing contently. He wandered over to the stairs and sat down on the top one, enjoying the scenery of the village.

"Your tea has gone cold. I'm not making you any more". That was Alex's greeting. Sam held her arms up as he moved forward, "Jeez, don't kill me!" She joked, smiling. When he walked straight past her, her entire face dropped. She sighed quietly before turning and walking out the same door he did. She too walked straight past him, heading towards the boy's cabin. It wasn't far from her own cabin, which was inconvenient for her because it meant Alexander and Samantha could see whenever she went in and out.

She brought her hand up to the door and knocked on it. "Elias! Elias!" She shouted through the thick wood. She needed to ask him to do something that she couldn't trust anyone else with. "Come on, Fowler, open up". She knocked once more. She prepared her expression for when he did answer, a cute, sweet smile that she always wore when she wanted something. She held both hands neatly behind her back and kept her posture straight. She was a princess afterall, keeping up appearances was essential for her.

Alexander stood up and wandered inside, not paying any attention to her sister, whom had just left the village with Elias, one of his most trusted guards. He closed the door behind him and watched Amanda drink her tea. He frowned slightly. "Good morning, I trust you and your little gremlin slept well" He said in a sort of questionable tone, but didn't need or want an answer. He nodded his head to her and entered his private quarters. On the little table beside his bed was a notebook and a pen pot.

He sat down, took a pencil from the pot and opened the notebook, scribbling furiously on the lined paper. If he pushed down any harder, he most likely would've broken the lead, though he refrained from doing so. He hardly had any decent pencils left because of the pressure he'd put down whilst writing.

Day 31 of my journal. It's not been a long day. It's still morning, however my boredom has driven me to write this entry. I will probably add more as the day goes on. Just a few moments ago, I saw my younger sister Samantha walk up to the boy's cabin and leave with Elias. They went out of the village together. It might be foolish of me to jump to conclusions like this, but I can't help but think something's going on there. Whether it be a close friendship or the start of a romance. I'll have to keep an eye on them in the future. Samantha cannot and will not become distracted by him. I simply won't allow it.

He let his pen drop to the table and he stood up, exiting the bedroom. It had taken him a while to come up with that alone. Alexander had never been much of a skilled writer, so it took him much longer to think of things to actually write down. He wandered through the halls and straight out the door, noticing Clara was looking around for something, or perhaps someone.

"Clara, is something wrong, dear?" He asked just loud enough for her to hear from her distance away.

Alexander stood up as the door knocked, walking slowly towards it. He heard Clara call through. 'These two just don't give up, do they?' He asked. He was sensing a sort of pattern. He would send away one, the other would come, he'd send away that one and the first one would come back, and then it would repeat. It was getting kind of tiring.

His hand gripped onto the handle and he yanked the door open, nearly pulling it off it's weak hinges. He nodded for her to come inside, then returned to his place on the couch. "What is it this time?" He asked, a slight hint of irritation in his tone.

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Zantice exited the boy's cabin, his still blurry eyes glistening as the sun reflected off them. His arms stretched out and a loud yawn left his mouth. It was much needed. Even though he'd pretty much slept through a majority of the morning, he was still a little bit tired. He pulled his hood up and sighed in content as the hood shadowed his eyes. He scanned the area, seeing no one around. Zantice ran to the side and climbed up the fence, perching himself ontop of the fence, in a crouch.

There was nothing lurking about in the trees today, which was odd. Mondays were usually when the other assassins came. He assumed someone must have taken them out. They never missed a monday, the Prince simply wouldn't allow it. "Pity. I never got to kill them myself" He said, his voice dull. Even though he'd grown up around the assassins, each one of them would constantly torment him, so he would jump at the chance to kill them.

Zantice dropped from the fence and ran towards the royalty's cabin. He ran around the back and found the princess' bedroom window. He'd often go to Samantha's room and attempt to flirt with her, but he had to go the back way incase Alexander saw. He brought his hand up and tapped on the window slightly. He stood back a bit and waited for her to let him in.