Anne Lisbeth Chapter 2 — Alexander
A fictional story based on an obscure fairy tale.
Prince Alexander returned home from school and waited for an audience outside his father’s chamber. He paced back and forth, hands clenched in fists at his sides, his pale skin flushed red and blue eyes burning with unshed tears. He knew the king’s servants had announced his arrival.
After several minutes of pacing, he knocked loudly on the door.
His father’s mistress greeted him at the door and slowly looked the prince over.
She flipped her thick copper hair over her shoulder and sighed heavily.
“Good morning, Alex,” she said in a breathy voice.
The prince flushed.
“Never call me Alex,” he ground out through clenched teeth.
She responded by caressing his cheek.
“Why so serious, my little prince?”
Alexander grabbed her wrist, jerking her hand away, and squeezed.
