Mrs has a minion!

Precious the Hi Utsuri Koi

!! TW !! - EXTREME VIOLENCE

“Make way! Princess Schovajsa is arriving!”

All around her, the common folk parted where she passed. Not one denied the princess a bow, each one having been granted a special favor from her -- a lost goat suddenly found, taxes put off until money was earned, and even rows of houses built for the homeless. With genuine concern, princess Schovajsa asked about each one. How are your sales today? Have the chickens laid enough eggs? Your children told me they absolutely adore your new cottage!

These were her people. They looked up to her. She couldn’t let them down.

As she passed, an elderly woman shoved her way through the crowd. She smiled at her, recognizing the wizened face and the characteristic cane of her friend. However, as the old lady got closer, princess Schovajsa saw tears run down her face. As soon as she saw the tears flow from her friend, the princess’s heart ached.

“My dear friend, it breaks my heart to see you in such a wistful state. Tell me, what is ailing you?”
“Miss Adéla, it’s my husband. He told me he would be out for a hunting trip for three days. His bed has been cold for a week.”

The crowd fell silent at the words of the old woman. For many years, villagers reported cases of people suddenly going missing. They were never found. Not even the princess could be of any help. The husband of the elderly woman was undoubtedly another victim. And everyone knew it.

Pity filled the heart of the princess. It pained her to be unable to offer any help to those who came to her with this issue. Unable to do anything, she wept with her friend.

“I am deeply and terribly sorry for your loss. I can never imagine what pain it would bring me to see my loved ones lost. If I could locate him for you, I would. But as you all know, it is beyond my powers to do so. Ever since the first incident, we have made no leads as to the whereabouts of these poor people. We have exhausted all possible means. All has been futile.”
“I understand, my lady.”

“Please,” The princess gestured to the escorts behind her. “Take my horse. Sell it. For you and your children. I am sorry I cannot offer any more.”
The old woman wept louder and the crowd let out a collective sigh. They were all witnesses to yet another great act of generosity of the princess.

“I am sorry I cannot stay longer. I must go.”
“Bless your heart, my lady! Bless you!”

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Princess Adéla shut the door to her room. A deep rumble echoed as she inserted the key in place.

The ceiling reached as far as her eyes could see. Intricate stained-glass windows completely filled one wall of her room, the ebbing light of the afternoon sun spilling across the floor. Though massive in size, it was as simple as any other room in the village. There was a full-length mirror in the center of the room while her bed sat at the corner. Behind the mirror was her most beloved collection of ceramics and statues. She never allowed anyone to go near her prized possessions, afraid they might break them.

She walked to the mirror ahead of her. Wiping her eyes with a handkerchief, she looked at her reflection. Crimson eyes stared back at her. The blood red dress she wore complemented her jet black locks perfectly. Her slender body was flawless, her skin showing no signs of petty imperfections. Her staff held a jewel that glinted with the sunlight. She smiled at herself.

“Beautiful as ever… But what is that revolting smell?”

Remembering the activities that morning sent a shudder up her spine. The crowd around her reeked of sweat and dirt. It took all her strength not to gag at the mere sight of them. As if that rotten bunch was not enough, the putrid breath of the old hag that went up to her was complete hell. But, that was not the worst. She swore the tears that fell from the woman’s face spattered on her dress. If they were not surrounded by the commoners, she would have slit her throat.

Repulsed by her own stench, the princess quickly changed to another dress of the exact same design and color.

“Much better.”

Knocking pounded on her door. Each blow reverberated around the room.

“Who is it?” The princess spoke charmingly, her sweet voice suddenly unsuitable for her sinister nature.
"It’s William, miss. Your father has ordered--”

The princess screamed. It was a scream that could wake the dead. A few seconds more and the stained glass windows that covered her room could have shattered. With an abrupt stop, she spoke with a voice devoid of all sweetness. Malice and anger seemed to bear every word she spoke.

“How many times do I have to tell you that it’s ‘Mrs.’?”

Silence ensued. Muffled sounds seemed to come from behind the door, but then the princess eventually heard footsteps scurry away from her room. Sighing, Adéla walked past her mirror and towards her collection of ceramics. This was her most prized possession of all, even more so than her flaming red dresses. Each one was acquired by extreme secrecy and utmost delicateness. She herself produced the ceramics.

Her fingers trailed as she walked past the rows of ceramics -- of dainty teacups, plates, and utensils… to eccentric hands, feet, and even heads. This was her beloved collection, so rare and unique. Each one was produced with utmost care and skill. She stopped in front of the face of a man whose mouth seemed to have been frozen mid-scream. It was a fragile thing, intricately sculpted to preserve the minutest of details. The princess traced the features of the man from his balding hair, to the wide open eyes, and to his parted lips.

As she reached the chin of the ceramic, the princess suddenly saw the same old man looking up at her. Like a spectator, she remembered the happenings of that day. She saw herself as a different woman with a bloodied wrench in hand. Pinned down to the ground was the man, talking.

“Please, I beg you… let me go.”

The old man gasped for air. With a sickening crunch, the woman brought down the wrench to the man’s fingers. An ugly scream filled the room.

“Let you go?” Her eyes seemed to glow with a more sinister light. She smiled a smile that revealed her perfect set of teeth. “We’re just starting.”

What happened once happened twice, thrice… until there was no more to break. Once the man had no more fingers and toes, the woman put out a slender blade from her vile collection of tools. She spoke as she sharpened the knife.

“Tell me, have you ever removed the scales of a fish?”
“N-n-no. No, p-please... my wife expects me from my hunting trip. Sh-she must be terribly worried.”

“But you would be a fine addition to my collection!”

The man screamed hysterically as the blade danced through his skin. Blood soon soaked the woman’s dress.

“Who are you?”

It took everything for the man to speak, to breathe, to live. Licking the blood off her fingers, the woman spoke with a sweet and tantalizing purr.

“I am Mrs.”

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writing by Free
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very special thanks to Ape who gifted me Mrs! <3