Page 103 of Elijah
“The Prince was paralytic, so bad that he could barely stand and when the Princess and the Princes’ Footman put the Prince into bed, he fell straight to sleep.
“He’d stayed fast asleep for over two hours, snoring loudly, and not moving from the position he’d been left in, on his side in case he was sick.
“As the party started to get more raucous, the Princess decided she wanted to go home, so asked the footman if he’d help her get the Prince out of bed. The Footman said he would, but then went missing, no one knew where but a pretty young lady couldn’t be found either, so it was logical they were together. The Princess hung around waiting for the Footman, not sure she could manage the Prince by herself, but he was taking ages, so she decided to get the Prince out of bed on her own.
“What she didn’t know was, the Wicked Witch had sneaked upstairs a few minutes before her. She hated the Princess and thought it would be the ideal opportunity to ruin her life, after all the Princess had ruined hers when she’d started going out with the Prince. The Wicked Witch had loved the Prince since he’d joined their sixth form, but he’d only had eyes for the Princess and her beautiful, dark auburn hair. Over the years the Wicked Witch had tried to take him away from the Princess, but the Prince was too much in love, no matter how hard the witch tried.
“As the Wicked Witch heard the Princess coming up the stairs, she whipped off her clothes, just leaving her knickers on and pulling back the duvet, straddled the Prince, whose top she’d already taken off, leaving him in only his jeans. Once she was on top of him, the Wicked Witch pulled the duvet up to her waist, reached down and wrapped the Princes’ arms around her. As the door opened behind her, the Wicked Witch started to gyrate on top of the still blind drunk Prince, throwing a smirk over her shoulder at the distraught Princess, who was watching from the doorway.
“The Prince lifted his head and groaned out the Princess’ name and the Wicked Witch thought he was going to spoil everything by pushing her off. He didn’t though, he was too drunk and flopped back against his pillow and passed out again.
“When the Princess ran from the room, the Wicked Witch looked down at the Prince and thought about what she’d done. She thought that she’d feel some sort of elation at tricking the Princess, but she didn’t, it felt like an empty victory. The Prince would never want her after this, even if the Princess left him. She didn’t regret it though because the Princess needed to be taught a lesson that not everyone got their fairy tale ending.
“With a sigh, the Wicked Witch got off the Prince and put her clothes back on before sneaking down the stairs and creeping out while everyone milled around, wondering why the Princess had gone running out of the house sobbing.
“And that my little Bella,” Sam said, stroking his ten month old niece’s cheek, “is what the Wicked Witch told Uncle Sam had happened that night. She said she was sorry, and over the years had wished she’d come clean. But, as they say, Karma is a bitch and her husband just left her for someone else, so I think we can safely say she got hers.”
Bella snuffled in Sam’s arms, her little hand coming up to rub her nose and Sam’s chest clenched with love for her. She was perfect, with dark hair the same colour as his and her daddy’s, but with the gorgeous whisky coloured eyes of her mummy. She was perfect and an absolute joy to be around, and Sam liked to be around her a lot. She made him forget.
With a sigh and a kiss to her little button nose, Sam placed Bella gently into her cot and looked down at her, watching her sleep.
“Night Bella, and let’s not tell Mummy and Daddy that Uncle Sam saw the Wicked Witch, or what she told him, they’ve been silly enough to last a lifetime. No point in dredging all of that up, now they’re happy again.”
“Hey,” a voice whispered from the doorway. “Have you finished boring my daughter to sleep?”
Sam rolled his eyes and pushed Elijah out of the room. “Whatever, you’re just jealous because you know we have a special bond that not even you can break.”
“Hah, whatever dick head.” Elijah peeked into the nursery and grinned with pride. “What were you talking to her about anyway? Not your latest woman I hope.”
Sam shook his head and smiled. “Nothing for you to worry about bro, just something me and Bella got going on. Now, is that damn curry ready yet or what?”
The two brothers went back down the stairs, laughing and joking and groaning with pleasure when Amy placed two huge plates of food in front of them.
As Sam watched his brother with his wife, he was happy for them, but felt a little envious too. He wanted what they had, but like an idiot had, he let it go and wasn’t sure he’d ever get over it.
The End…for now