It was the morning in the castle. All the 'servants' were awake at 5am. That was the morning call. I wouldn't call them servants. I thought they were treated like slaves. Being sold to other kingdoms, other people. What kinda life was that?! I just can't take it.

He came into my room. Knocked on the door, of course.

"Miss, you're breakfast miss," his low voice spoke to me.

"James?" I asked, as I sat up on my four poster bed.

"Yes miss?" he came back in. He was wearing some scanky clothes. How can anyone wear those? I tried to persuade my dad to pay them. But of course, in the century I live in, they were inferior. Just because of the colour of their skin.

"Please, call me Libby," I offered

"But I cannot call you that. You know if I do, they'll whip me," he warned. You know that was the problem. I can't believe people would treat other people like that.

"Yeah. How long have you been serving my father?"

The was thinking "For as long as I can remember,"

"Since when have you been paid?"

"Well, I think about 4 months ago,"

"WHOA!" I cried.

"JAMES?!" a woman cried

"Miss I have to go," he rushed. He walked out the door.

"JAMES?!" the cried again

"Coming ma‘am," he started to run down the steps.

"YOU'RE LATE!" She kept on shouting. Louder and louder. I went to my door, and opened it slightly. I tried to hear.

"I'm sorry ma'am," he started to apologized.

"DAVID?!" she shouted once again, "COME HERE! I THINK THERE'S TIME FOR A WHIPPING!"

"NO!" I whispered. But what could I do? I was only a princess.

"Please, ma'am, no!" he begged. Those three words kept on ringing in my head. Only a princess. Only a princess. ONLY A PRINCESS! Then it suddenly struck me. I'm a princess, I was superior.

I started to run down the winding stair case, still in my night gown. I kept on tripping up. 'Damn this,' I cursed.

David came along, holding the whip in hand.

"I think we better take this outside," he said, slyly.

"NOOOO!" I shrieked. They all whipped their heads around looking at me. I was in my nightgown. I forgot!

"Princess Elizabeth!" Eliza screamed. "Cover yourself up for goodness sake!"

"Don't you ever talk to me like that," I glared at her.

She was in shock!

"You cannot whip him!"

"He was late," Eliza argued.

"Yeah, 1 second late," I started. "You don't know what it's liked to get whipped,"

"And I don't intend to,"

"You have no right to whip him!" I protested. James, at this very moment, was still on the ground. On his worn out knees. His dark hands covering his head.

"What's going on?!" My father stormed in.

"Father!" I ran to him "They're going to whip him,"

"I missed out the part where that's my problem, and they do have the right to do that," He said coldly

"But, father, it's wrong," Now my mother came

"Elizabeth! Cover yourself up!" She searched for a blanket, and came and covered me with it. "What were you thinking?!"

"Mother, they're trying to whip him!" I spat through gritted teeth. How many time do I have to say that?!

"They have the right to,"

"NO THEY DON'T!" I screamed. I walked up to James, who was still on the ground (surprisingly!). I tried to make my body as a barrier. I wasn't that strong, and that was my big weakness. My father came up to me and pushed me out the way.

"Go there boy," my father commanded. James looked soo terrified.

Of course he had to go. He scurried there. He knew this operation too many times. He'd seen this happen to basically everyone. He immediately took off his shirt. On his back, you could see scars, from whipping before. It was clear that this wasn't his first time. He was a regular.

"David," my father said

"Yes King Gareth," he walked up to James, who was terrified. His eyes were shut. And he bit his bottom lip.

"You may commence," he spoke.

I ran up to my father. Tears in my eyes. You could tell that I was against this. Very strongly.

"Father, please don't!" I begged. But I heard the first whip. And a little squeal from James. I shot my head around. He was on the floor.

"Get up!" David shouted.

James, stood up, again, prepared for another whip.

David whipped again. This time James dropped down. Tears came running down his dark skin.

"GET UP!"

James did, and looked to the side. I saw his dark brown eyes, full of hurt, anger, hatred. I just couldn't take it anymore. I had to do something.

I didn't know what I was doing. My legs just took me there.

I ran to protect James. Again, I ran, to try and used my body as a shield. No one knew what was happening. David was in the middle of the whip. And I was ½ way there, to protect James. I ran as fast as I could, and the whip when down, pretty fast. I fell on the floor. Then it was all black. I passed out.

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1) 'I missed the part where that's my problem,' - Spiderman