I Love You, My Cursed Prince

Alone and quiet inside her bedchamber, Muriel suddenly thought of something.

The two princes resembled each other, or at least, Muriel ȧssumed they did before Prince Vidar was cursed.

But what if Prince Vidar wasn't cursed at all? What if for some reason an elaborate ruse had been put up?

What if one of the princes was dead, and the other was ... somehow ... moving back and forth and secretly claiming both identities?

What if the other prince had a split personality type of disorder?

Fussy and skittish, Muriel set her pale hair free and stared combing it as she paced around the room.

The only reason she thought there might have been an imposter was because she hadn't knowingly seen Prince Vidar. So, maybe Prince Emil was Vidar?

Muriel picked at a sudden tangle in her hair with her fingernails.

No. The cold discourtesy in Prince Emil was too strong. The way he looked at her ... as if she was something other than human ... Muriel couldn't endure it. And his voice was so chilling. She hardly believed a man could frighten her so, yet he did just that.

There was that darker skinned man Doctor Bergson had been seen with ... and that was a rare occurrence. Perhaps he had been pretending to be Prince Vidar?

There was also the idea that Prince Vidar was alive, and she had been entertaining him, but he wasn't particularly ugly nor deformed.

Muriel's fingers froze in her hair as she wondered about something else.

Why hadn't Prince Emil asked about his brother? It was almost as if he didn't consider the man to be part of his universe, or at least not an important part. Was he even interested? If not, why did Princess Arya worry over him possibly knowing about Muriel's relationship with Prince Vidar?

Muriel started braiding her hair as her lips rubbed against each other.

But then, she heard a rapping on her door.

Her fingers still in her hair, Muriel went to the door and asked through the wood, "Who is it?"

"Let me in!"

Her pupils shrank. Her braid fell apart.

That wasn't the doctor and that sure as fuċk wasn't the princess. That was Prince Emil.

Did she lock the door? Her eyes flew up.

She sighed. Yes. She had slid the lock over the door. Nobody could get in. She chose to ignore the voice and step back.

More rapping. "Please, let me in! I beg of you!"

That'll be a no!

Even though she couldn't be seen, Muriel shook her head.

Knock, knock, knock!! "If I don't see your face this moment, I'll be heartbroken!"

That was a lie. Muriel knew it. He was just trying to get into her room for whatever reason.

Suddenly, another voice! A woman's! "What in the name of the great Creator?! What are you doing?!"

Princess Arya?

"Oh," Prince Emil said very casually. "Your companion dropped a handkerchief. I wanted to return it to her."

"That's the weakest excuse I've ever heard! Get away!"

"Why don't you get away?"

A slamming noise. A woman's cry. "Agh!!"

Muriel went to the door. Her fingers reached for the lock.

Another man's voice. "What are you doing?!" Was that Doctor Bergson?

Muriel's fingers retreated.

There were more scuffling noises. They were scary. Muriel pressed a hand to her mouth to keep from screaming.

Muriel sat down on her bed and held herself as if she was cold.

Around twenty minutes passed. Then Muriel heard Princess Arya's voice. "It's fine now, Muriel. You can come out."

Muriel rushed to the door, unlocked it, and opened it.

Calmly, Princess Arya looked down at her.

"Is everything alright?" Muriel asked.

"I'm fine now, Muriel."

"Now?! What happened?"

With a shrug, the princess said, "Poor Emil lost his temper and shoved me into a wall."

Muriel gasped. "That's ... that's unthinkable! How could he do that to his mother?!"

"It was simple for him," the princess told her as she moved aside. "Will you come?"

Muriel stepped into the hallway. "Where's the brute now?!" If she didn't know that Princess Arya had disliked Prince Emil, Muriel wouldn't have dared to say that.

"The good doctor restrained him, and he's been dismissed from the castle. We didn't need to open a room for him after all."

"Oh, well ... I'm pleased to know this is finished."

Princess Arya patted and massaged her own arm as quite a bit of air seemed to be pressed out of her. Her serenity was soon replaced by a tight gloominess. Muriel could see it in her face.