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She didn’t want to blame the knights for this. She understood that they were holy, and must not have understood how dangerous the world outside of the kingdom walls could be. Keeping the protective gate unlocked must've been a pure mistake on their part.
But just because she didn’t want to blame them didn’t mean she wasn’t going to. Especially not after they’d caused her death.
She silently cursed herself for not being fast enough. Her subjects would be powerless to stop the Fudge without her.
She wasn’t entirely sure if she was truly dead or not; her candy particles had already dissolved within the Fudge, but she could still think, after all. Maybe a part of her brain was still intact, rendering her temporarily alive. After all, there had to be more to the afterlife than this great nothingness, especially
She felt foolish; her death could’ve been easily avoided. Instead of running, she simply stared up at the monster in shock as it oozed toward her. Before she even thought to run, she was swallowed up in an instant, sealing her fate.
If she still had a face, she knew she’d be pouting. Princess Loolilalu, face of the Candy Canyon Kingdom, had died without even fighting back.
This wouldn’t have happened if those knights were more careful.
…No, not knights. Just one of them. She saw how the others reacted to his statement.
She didn’t understand how one of God’s own knights could be so cruel. As much as she wanted to believe it was an accident, she saw the grin on that rabbitoid’s grin, and heard his snide remark just as well as his companions had.
She hated to admit it, but it was true: one of God’s Knights had betrayed the kingdom, and, hopefully, God’s will. Not that she hoped anyone would defy God. She simply wished that the destruction of her kingdom wasn’t a part of God’s plan.
The other knights seemed amicable enough. Although she paid it no mind at the time, she thought back with a sense of pity to the knight of ribbons. She looked miserable throughout her stay, and it seemed that the rotten rabbit was pushing her around. She felt guilty for never noticing, and felt it even more so for only noticing after they’d left.
It would’ve been terribly rude to speak out against the behavior of a holy knight, of course, but this didn’t stop her from imagining herself in made-up scenarios, where she offers comfort and protection to the masked knight. It was pure fantasy, yes, but it was the most she could allow herself in that state.
Her mind wandered to another, quieter member of their ensemble. She didn’t get a good look at him, but one of the knights seemed to be a member of royalty as well. If she ever got the chance to, she’d have to ask him about his kingdom. He seemed rather regal.
And, the jester… The jester perplexed her. Were they not meant to be funny?
The jester that the knights brought with them seemed as little like a jester as Loo thought possible. Was she another knight, too? The princess found it hard to believe, considering the brightly colored garb and sorrowful expression. And the way she clung to that criminal… Was she truly the one planning on executing him? The jester? It almost made her want to laugh.
Thinking back on it, the jester had been rather disrespectful, as well. She understood that it was in a jester’s nature to mock and parody, but all the clown did was react distastefully.
She rarely made eye contact, made rude comments, and dragged her feet the whole way through. At the time, Loolilalu felt remorse for the girl – it looked like she was having a bad time – but now that she was dying, if not dead, she felt the empathy drain out of her.
The jester had been disrespectful, even to a fellow knight. Such a detail did not go unnoticed.
And that fellow knight, was…
If Princess Loolilalu’s heart was still intact, it’d be swelling.
The red-headed knight was a sight for sore eyes, with kindness to match. Although she knew it was unbecoming of her, she definitely had a favorite out of the five knights, and this was it.
She wished that she’d asked for their names. Especially hers.
The red-headed knight was special. She was kind, courteous, and not to mention sweet. Loolilalu was a little worried that her attempts at flirting were coming across as obvious, or even too pushy. The last thing she wanted was to embarrass herself in front of God’s Knights.
She doubted the knight would ever want her, anyway. They were a strong, holy knight, no doubt divine in her own right. And what was a mere princess to a divine being?
It wasn’t like they could get together, anyway. Especially now.
Princess Loolilalu idly wondered how long it took to go to heaven.