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@pyjaks,
i love writing it, it makes me smile and aaah
i wish i was the happy haha

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( ix wc, 1054 xi )

"maddalyn!" the loud call echoed through the palace halls.

the princess rolled her eyes, staring up at her room ceiling, that was set way above her head. a loud huff came from the girl's chest before she rolled off her bed and onto the floor, her bare feet touching the cold - no, freezing - tile floor. a shiver spidered down her spine. she shook out her shoulders before walking through the large doors into the hall way, looking up at the ceiling once more before sliding her way towards the source of the voice.

maddalyn andrea kramer, princess of the country we all know as germany. you could have thought that being the princess would have been all fun. well, if that's what you thought- you were absolutely wrong. sure, she was showered with all sorts of different things, such as dresses and gowns [which she didn't mind, she just wasn't all too much of a fan] and flowers and all sorts of stuff. being royalty had it's ups, of course, but it also had it's downs. and the downs were, well, down.

"maddalyn!"

the girl sped up into a slow jog, following the sound of her name before turning into the room where her father sat on the corner of his desk, and her mother stood next to him. maddalyn's eyebrows furrowed, her forehead wrinkled in confusion.

"what?" the brunette asked, looking between her two parents.

her mother was the first one to move, and soon after, spoke. "it's about time you get married." the woman spoke, adjusting the crown that sat on her head. "you're old enough t-"

the girl's jaw dropped open, "i'm not getting married forcefully." she bit out, "isn't it my choice when and who i marry?"

the man opened her mouth and spoke, "yes, maddalyn, but-"

"but what?" she asked quickly, "am i not allowed to choose who i marry?"

"maddalyn, you do have a say in this, just let us explain." the queen brushed down her dress and folded her hands together. "we want to - we want you to hold a selection." the woman looked over at her husband, "thirty-five suitors will be selected, and you have to choose one of those thirty-fi-"

maddalyn cut in, "i have to choose out of them? why can't i just choose someone i already know?"

"that's the thing, you don't exactly appreciate anyone you know." the king replied. "you would turn them all down."

"who says i wouldn't turn all the suitors down? and rule all on my own? i'm perfectly capable of doing so, i'm not five anymore."

there was a pause, a long pause. maddalyn knew her parents didn't have anything to say to her, because she had said it all already. deep down she knew that this was probably best for the country, but she didn't approve of it all too much. best for the country, not best for the girl. there was a big difference.

the kind finally spoke, "maddalyn, you have to understand, we're doing this for you."

"for me? more like for you."

maddalyn turned on her heels, and walked off, anger bubbling up inside of her chest. she wanted to scream every curse word imaginable, even make up a couple of her own just to show her anger. her face was red, her hands were clenched together, her eyes focused up on the ceiling. her black hair bounced with each anger-filled step she took, leaving loud echoes in the large halls. she jerked herself to the right, turning the corner a little to quickly.

"watch it!" many of the books that the nobleman living within the castle fell onto the floor.

when the princess looked to see who it was, she groaned. "killian!" she nearly screamed, and barely managed to keep her tone down.

the boy looked up, his blue eyes focused on her face, "princess maddalyn." he muttered, drawing a hand up and pushing his gelled dirty blonde hair back, "how has your day been?" clearly he had seen her face, right? she wasn't very happy.

"great, no thanks to you." maddalyn answered, quickly whirling around the older boy before turning another corner once again.

the girl walked right into her room, making an effort to slam the door, only to watch it close slowly, and once it was closed, a loud bang echoed through the palace halls.

"maddy!" her brother called after her, pushing her door open. "maddy, hey."

maddalyn snorted angrily, throwing herself on the bed face first, burying her face into the soft quilt. she released a moan, which was muffled by the quilt's fabric.

"maddalyn." the older boy whispered softly, sitting down next to her.

the princess groaned again. "i'm a mess." she muttered into the quilt, shaking her head.

her brother rubbed her back softly, shaking his head before releasing a low sigh. "now, you may be a mess, but you're my sister, and i would do anything for you."

"would you tell them to call off the selection thing." she muttered, but it was barely audible. after a few seconds, she lifted her head and rested her cheek on the bed, looking up at her brother. "i'm not interested in getting married, achilles. i don't want to be forced to do it, and it seems like they aren't giving me a choice."

achilles sighed, "no, i don't think they will be giving you a choice. they want you to have help ruling the country."

maddalyn shot up, and fell onto the floor. "well, it's not fair. you get to choose who you marry, you're already dating nicoline, why can't she just come here and rule while i find some other great prince to marry?"

her brother huffed, "she can't come rule germany with me, maddy, she's an only child. without having a ruler there, then france will fall apart."

the girl groaned, throwing herself onto the bed once more. "i hate your logic." she muttered, shaking her head.

achilles huffed. "i'm going to go before you punch me." the boy patted the girl's back softly, "i'll see you at supper, maddalyn."

a groan came from the girl, and she rolled over onto her back, listening as her door closed before she sat up. she released a sigh, shaking her head softly before falling back onto the bed.

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[blackbird.]

my heart goes out to maddalyn!
poor girl - must be so hard for her :c

the next prompt is adorable! i love the interactions between dakota and zechariah

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( ix wc, 1155 xi )
okay credit to wisps for the stabbing the father murder idea

"samantha dawes, female, age eighteen, found dead at scene."

"erika hemmingway, female, age twelve, found dead at scene."

"mario smith, male, age twenty seven, found dead at scene."

"dawson taylor, male, age ten, found dead at scene."

"alec zuroff, male, age thirty five, found dead at scene."

"taylor zuroff, female, age nineteen." the fbi agent stopped his list, slamming the papers on what seemed to be a metal table. "found covered in her own father's blood."

as much as she wanted to deny it, she knew it was true. she was covered in her father's blood. and the blood of all the others. the blood of those who had been staying at her father's hotel. but she knew for a fact she wasn't the one who killed her, or the guests.

taylor's hands shook as she kept them off the stainless steal table, and only stared at the water bottle hungrily. she watchde so many shows, and they only used those bottles of water to get dna samples. her gaze lifted from the bottle of water up to the mirrored window, knowing there were many more fbi agents tucked away behind it, watching her every move, listening to her every word.

"why'd you do it?" the agent asked, taking the chair and turning it around, straddling it. "why'd you kill all of those people? what had they done to hurt you?"

he wasn't the least bit concerned about what they could have done. not that they did anything. they were always welcome in her father's hotel. "i didn't do it." she managed to say, "i couldn't."

"then why was it we found their blood on your hands?"

she didn't have an answer. even if she answered honestly, she knew the agent wouldn't believe her. she lifted her eyes to his face, and folded her hands in her lap. "well agent..." she paused, looking at the badge that was pinned to his chest. "agent mccarthy. i stabbed them. i stabbed them all." a sarcastic, yet sad, smile took it's place on her pale pink lips.

taylor leaned back into the chair, tugging back on the cuffs around her wrist in an attempt to regain her comfort.

the agent stared at her, wondering if was even possible that she commit such a crime, or if she was simply wasting time. well, if he went with the "wasting time" option. bingo, he would have been correct.

"miss zuroff, you aren't to be joking around. this is serious."

with a roll of her eyes, taylor turned her head from the so-not-hot-agent that sat across from her.

"look, kid, i need ans-"

"my name is not kid, okay?" her head flicked towards the agent, "and i didn't kill those people, i wouldn't be able to. if i were to kill someone, i wouldn't leave such a big mess." she jabbed her finger onto the table, "i wouldn't have been covered in blood. i wouldn't have been crying. i wouldn't have been at the hotel room." her lips formed a grim line. "and i sure as hell wouldn't have killed my own father." her eyes and nose stung with tears, but she didn't allow them to fall. wouldn't. she took in a break of air, and gently released it as she leaned back into the chair.

the agent stood up, turning the chair around before he turned towards the window to his left, then looked right back at the girl across from him. "i'm going to ask you one more time, miss zuroff, why-"

"i didn't kill them!" she screamed, shooting up out of the chair, the cuffs around her wrist keeping her from standing up straight. "i'm only nineteen, i have an entire life ahead of me, i don't need to spend it in prison!" tears lined her eyes, and she fell back into the chair. "i wouldn't kill them."

"but you were found, at the crime scene, with a knife in your hands, with their blood covering your clothes." agent mccarthy said. "you were the only one with the weapon, your finger prints were the only prints found on the handle."

"that doesn't mean i killed them!"

the agent sighed, "the evidence doesn't-"

"what did you think i was doing?" she asked, sitting up straight before shaking her head, blinking a few tears away. "i wasn't killing them. you didn't even think about searching for other people. it's just straight to me. because i was the one holding the knife. because i was the one who found the knife lodged into my fathers abdomen. bleeding to death."

the agent didn't say anything else to taylor, he just walked out of the interrogation room. she looked down at the cuffs on around her wrists, leaning her head down slightly before swatting away the tears that started falling from her eyes. it was only a few minutes before the agent had returned, and took the papers off of the table, and removed the cuffs from the little curved metal thing welded onto the table.

taylor shook her head before looking up at the man, then down at her hands once more, only to look up at the agent once more.

"well, taylor, i guess you're free to go." agent mccarthy took in a breath. "we'll find who did this to your father."

yeah right. "thank you." her voice shook. standing up, taylor followed the agent out of the room, her head hanging low, and her hair falling over her shoulders in clumps, dry blood weighing it down.

"you're going to take a shower before we release you, okay?"

why the hell didn't they make her take a shower before then? it would have been wise. especially so she didn't have to walk around looking like a murderer.

"fine, just, take these things off." taylor held out her arms, waiting for the agent to remove them from her wrists.

when he didn't take them off, she knew something was wrong.

"you don't trust me, do you?" she asked, backing up away from the agent only to bump right into another. "you think i'll kill you." she looked back at the agent behind her, then at the one in front of her. "you think i'll murder you." tears streamed down her cheek, and her knees grew weak. "you..." she trailed off, closing her eyes before she stumbled to the side. "don't believe me."

the agent walked towards her, putting his hands on her shoulders. "why should we?" he whispered.

taylor opened her eyes and looked up at the agent, blinking so the tears streamed down her cheeks. "but i-" she didn't even try to say anything more. she wouldn't get anywhere with it.

"just what i thought."

the tears slipped from the corner of her eyes, she was unable to keep them in anymore.

"lets go." the agent said, grabbing her elbow and leading her forward, the other agent grabbing her other elbow.

[blackbird.]

oh no :c
it's such an interesting idea though!
i'd love to find out what happened in the end
and if or how she managed to prove her innocence

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