"Narkissa, you have shamed this kingdom for the last time! As the current sitting king of the Grandal Kingdom, I hereby banish you to the Yorkvons Tundra. If you are ever caught stepping a foot into the Grandal Kingdom you will be executed on spot. Consider yourself lucky for the benevolence I'm giving you, wretched woman!" King Reginold spat into my face.
Even though I know that this punishment is completely befitting of my actions, it doesn't stop me from continuing to sneer at this praised king. He's nothing but a tyrant wrapped in excessively costly clothing with a solid gold bow atop his head.
I know that my hands have been dirtied with the blood of this fool's compatriots, but I couldn't care less. I've embezzled money from the treasury, killed many people, and what I believe I'm most hated for, I "harassed" that facetious woman hanging off of the crown prince. I wish I could punch that smirk right off her face. I'm sure it showed on my expression as the crown prince glared at me.
The king continued with fury etched on his face," You have one week to pack your things and leave the kingdom. Now get out of my sight!"
As I was dragged away by the royal knights, I pondered about what I should do next.
*****A/N: I'm not sure where this is going to go as of yet, so I'm going to take some time to plan out the story. If you have any ideas, let me know!
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Wretched Woman
FantasyI might not be a pure woman, but I am not a villain. Not everything is what it appears to be. There is corruption rotting this kingdom from the inside, and I'm not ashamed to say that I have and will continue to take advantage of it to get what I wa...
