The Lady , or the Tiger? / (Student Sequel) Remember Me

                        Remember Me

                                            The Lady, or the Tiger? (Student Sequel)

  

        (3rd POV)

      

        The silence of the crowd worried her, her decision was it the right choice? The Princess growing with jealousy and despair weeped in her soul. The youth her prince, rapidly pacing towards his goal. The right door. She desperately wanted to scream, her voice held down by the invisible clog in her throat. She gripped the arm of her chair with such force, her nail marks could hold cups. She chewed the inside of her mouth, a warm liquid pouring out forcing her to taste her bitter sweet blood. 

        She regretted it, she should have left him. That day, everything was planned. She knew it was dangerous, she knew she would come to regret this. Instead of coming to his rescue she should have left him to fight. To fight the general whom is dead. That day which was warm, bright and full of sunshine. It was a curse. Too good to last, it would soon be ripped from her grasp. 

       And so she sat on this throne, looking as he placed his hand on the knob. He turned, his features showing a kind, loving smile. His eyes filled with happiness, his eyes spoked so did his tongue. "Princess!" He called, everyone stared in disbelief, the accused dared to speak to the princess! This is why he was here! It was her fault! If she hadn't loved him, he would never be here! But...if he hadn't loved her, he would be with that maiden. The fairest maiden that snuck glances at him.

       Filled with love and passion, lust, as you would call it. The princess stared, her eyes as big as plates, at the youth tears whelming up in her eyelids. "I know what is behind this door! And I do not want to put you though so much suffering! If you can't be by my side, no one will! I only want you and I only love you! Please, princess remember our times together! For I only love you!" He spoke her name and ran to the other door! The left door! The wrong door! The princess leaped up, grabbing onto the railing of the balcony. "No!"

       As fast as Hermes himself, the youth ran to the left door , his hand wrapping around the knob he flung open the door. Without a hesitation , the body of a creature orange, white, black, and rusted colors flew past the youth and took his head. The limp body twitched on the sand. Crimson red , as bright as the sun, spilled like a river from his neck. 

       The tiger stood, head in mouth, gnawing at his new bone. The tiger's lips painted with his blood. The liquid squirted around and about, like a hurricane the liquid danced into pools. The claps and cheers of the audience, swayed the princess. A heavy dizzy feel came upon her. She clutched her forehead and began to sway with the hollers of the crowd. 

         "Prin-" a loud booming voice called, but before the princess could pull herself back together, she fell to the cold hard ground. 

         The night passed by with a quick swift. The princess sat on her window ceil and looked down at the arena. Built next to the castle so the King wouldn't have to go very far. She saw the workers replacing and covering the dried up blood with more sand. The moonlight hit her at the perfect angle. She argued with herself, her mind spinning with thoughts of outrage, despair, and guilt. 

          She had chose the door to the maiden, she had thought they could continue their love affair. That she could go and change the king's mind. A idiotic idea it was, but she hoped with all her heart that it would work. The door swung open and the fool of a king waltz in.

            "Such a devastating fate that young boy got. Right when he went to the maiden, he had to go and make a speech. Stupid boy, he had got what he deserve." The princess no longer paid any attention to the old man and placed her hand on her stomach. 

           Suddenly, a burning like acid fought up to her mouth. She revolted, plunging her head to the window, her insides turned as she coughed up what was left from her insides. The acid-like liquid hit the stones from the wall and landed with a splat to the sidewalk. The ends of her sleeves were covered in her vomit. Again, she felt the upcoming acid. And again, she repeated the process.

          Clanging footsteps came down the halls and entered the princess' room. "As I suspected...thrown her in prison." Her father's voice grunted moving down the halls with a silent deadly echo. The princess, shocked and bewildered , screamed at the men grabbing onto her sleeves and shoving her through the halls and into the dungeon. "Let go! I am the Princess! Listen to what I command! Let go! You all shall suffer in the arena!" At that they mumbled their apologizes yet they threw her in nonetheless.  

           "It's been decided, I'm sorry dear daughter." The loud frightening voice boomed down the stairs. Looking up to the cell door she gulped. "This...this can't be happening." her frail fragile voice shook. 

          The day was decided and a change was made to the marriage choice. The fairest knight shall take the princess' hand. As she waited for the trap door to open beneath  her father, her king. The door opened and the hot gush of wind welcomed her to the arena. 

          Taking simple and small steps to the center of the full circle. And above sat her father slouching... and proud. Remorse in his eyes, but none at all. "Father!" The princess yelled, tears stinging her eyes. 

          And then his hand rose...signaling for her to chose her choice. He couldn't be doing this to his own daughter? But he was! The princess to be here! In the arena! The crowd smirked with interest, their eyes sparkling to find her fate. 

          Some were confused, why was the princess being accused? Well,she carried the baby of the youth. And that...that my dear reader was a bump in the road for the King. A very large bump you could say. 

          The young girls' eyes shook as she twirled and twirled in the arena. Her legs shook and her breath caught short. Sweaty palms and teary eyes she held back her screams. She thought. If she carried his baby and she picked the right door, she will remember him and raise his only memento. But if she chose the tiger she will die with the unborn child, but raise him with her youth in the afterlife. 

           This was her fate. Her legs moved, running on their own. She ran with short breaths as she came to the door on the right. She touched the knob, her fingertips grazing it softly. "They'll remember me, i know they will. I am the princess...betrayed but society." she whispered, her grip harden on the knob as she pulled it open.

            For a spilt second she saw her youth, her prince, smiling at her and holding his hand out welcoming her. A sudden flash of white...and she was gone.

            She had opened the wrong door. The tiger engulfed her whole and crawled back to its cage. The crowds expected cheers...were gone. They were stunned and so was the king. 

            He had crushed the bump in the road.