Rosangela: The Half-Blood Princess

Sitting up, I threw back the covers and got out of the bed. But just as I was about to walk, I suddenly crumpled to the floor because my legs still felt so weak.

“Ouch!” I whimpered.

The sound of my fall apparently attracted Sigmund’s attention. He opened the door and entered my room.

“Are you trying to escape again?” he queried, annoyed.

I shook my head. “No, I’m not.”

“Then why were out of bed?” he asked again suspiciously.

“Because I need to go to the bathroom,” I lied.

“Okay, let me help you!” Sigmund helped me to my feet and then led me towards the bathroom.

“Okay, you can leave now,” I said once we were in the bathroom.

“No, I’m not leaving you,” he refused.

“I need my privacy, you know,” I scoffed.

“I understand, Princess. But what if you fall again?” he said.

“I won’t. Now get out!” I pushed him towards the door.

“Fine. I will wait outside the door. Just call me if you feel like you’re about to fall again, okay?” he said whilst walking out of the bathroom.

“Yeah, yeah,” I said as I shut the door in front of his face.

I actually didn’t need to use the bathroom. But since I was already inside, I suddenly had an urge to pee.

After doing my business, I went to the sink to wash my hands. I turned on the tap and put my hands under the running water. Then I took a soap and rubbed it to my hands, and finally rinsed the foam with water. After that, I cupped my hands and splashed the cold water on my face. When I looked at my reflection in the mirror, I noticed that my brown eyes turned into red.

“AAAAAH!!!” I shrieked in horror as I scurried away from the mirror and lastly tumbled onto the floor.

Suddenly, the bathroom was suddenly flung open and Sigmund burst in.

“What’s going on? Why did you scream?” Sigmund inquired worriedly.

“My—my ey—eyes,” I stammered while pointing my trembling finger to the mirror.

“What’s wrong with your eyes?” he asked again.

“My— my eyes’ colour. They— they changed into red,” I managed to stutter a reply.

Sigmund leaned forward to scrutinize my eyes. “What are you talking about? Your eyes are still brown.”

“But just now, I saw that my eyes turned into red,” I said.

“It must be only a figment of your imagination, Princess,” he guessed.

“No, it’s not only my imagination. I am sure my eyes’ colour really changed into red,” I rebutted.

“No, they’re not red. Look for yourself!” He motioned to the mirror above the sink.

I got to my feet and went for the sink. I stared at my reflection in the mirror and startled to find that my eyes had returned to its original brown colour.

“How could it be? I swear they were red just now,” I wondered.

“I told you it was only your imagination. You must be tired out until you’re seeing things!” Sigmund said.

“But—” I tried to say, but Sigmund cut me off.

“That’s enough, Princess! Let’s get you out of here so you can get some rest again.”

Sigmund draped his arm around my shoulders and led me out of the bathroom. He then had me lie down on the bed and tucked me in.

“Get back to sleep!” he told me.

“No, I don’t want to sleep,” I refused as I pulled myself into a sitting position and leaned my head against the headboard.

“But a few minutes ago, you said that you were tired and wanted to sleep, that’s why you asked me to leave you alone, right?” he reminded me.

“Yes, I did,” I admitted, “But now, I am not sleepy anymore.”

“Just close your eyes and sleep will come to you eventually. You need much rest so you will be ready for your big day tomorrow,” he suggested.

I groaned inwardly when he reminded me of my wedding. It made me want to escape even more. But I knew I had to be wiser this time. I had to figure out a way that wouldn’t endanger my life again.

“I don’t care about tomorrow. I don’t want to sleep. Besides, how can I sleep when there is something bothering me?” I scoffed.

“What is bothering you?” he asked.

“My eyes,” I answered, “I’m sure that they turned into red, and it really freaks me out.”

“How many times do I have to tell you that it’s only your imagination, Princess?” Sigmund said, annoyed.

And I went, “And how many times do I have to tell you that it’s real, Sigmund?”

“It isn’t real, okay? It only happened because you’re tired. That’s why I suggest you to get some sleep now so that you will feel better, and you won’t see things anymore,” he tried to convince me.

“I told you I don’t want to sleep. Why does it seem like you really want me to sleep?” I asked suspiciously.

“First off first, because you still need to rest. Second, because I have somewhere else to go. But I can’t leave you before you fall asleep,” he explained.

“If you want to leave, just leave! You don’t have to wait until I fall asleep,” I said.

“But I can’t leave you alone while you’re awake. I don’t want you to do something stupid again.”

“I will never jump out of the window again if that what you’re afraid of. I realize it's very stupid.”

“I know you will never try it again because you already learned the lesson. But I’m just afraid that you’ll start seeing things again and will become hysterical. That’s why I must be here to watch you, at least until you fall asleep.”

“I assure you that it won’t happen again. So I don’t need you to babysit me.”

“Do you think I will trust you? Now, get back to sleep now, Little rincess! It’s the only way I can leave without having to worry about you.”

I crossed my arms over my chest. “No! I will only sleep when I want to, not because you tell me to.”

Sigmund let out a long sigh. Turning around to face the door, he called out, “Lupita!”

The door opened right away, and Lupita walked in.

“Yes, My Lord?” she asked.

“I have to go somewhere. Watch Princess Mirabelle! I don’t want her to do something stupid again when I’m not around. And remember! Don’t ever leave her side until I return! Do you understand?” he commanded.

“Sure, My Lord,” Lupita responded.

“I told you I don’t need a babysitter, Sigmund,” I complained.

“If you don’t want Lupita as your babysitter, I will order ten guards to come here and replace her. What do you think? The choice is yours,” he said.

‘No, no, no, I would rather have Lupita as my babysitter than let ten guards watch me like a hawk. Those vampire guards sometimes could be very scary,’ I thought.

“Fine. Lupita can become my babysitter,” at last, I said reluctantly.

“Good!” He smirked in victory.

I pouted at him angrily.

“Lupita, remember what I said! Don’t ever leave Princess Mirabelle until I return!” Sigmund warned Lupita.

“Yes, My Lord,” said Lupita.

“I’ll be right back,” Sigmund said before striding out of the room.