The storm raged on, even after my coronation came to an end.
There I was, seated on the throne I so longed to have.
My deceased father's crown on my head.
I gripped the sides of the throne. I threw my head back and laughed, while the lightning flashed and split the sky behind me. The thunder cracked, as I sat in my victory.
Of course, I did this on my own. Love is weakness, after all. I tipped my head back forward, a smirk on my crimson lips.
Victory and power taste much better than kisses ever could.
I looked out the window, admiring the country in the distance. Ah yes, this was all mine now. All of it. And no one can take anything away from me anymore.
I dare them to try.
God save the queen, who was never meant to be.
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Mystery / Thriller❝"Long live the queen." I whispered, as the life drained from my father's face and he took his very last breath. I listened to the whispers and murmurs around me. Of course they would suspect the cook. After all, I poisoned the entire meal and made...
