Short Fantasy Stories

revenge.

-CONTENT WARNING-
CONTAINS VIOLENCE, SEXUAL SCENES, AND STRONG LANGUAGE

It was almost time. You walked gracefully across the floor, making your way to the stairs, heart racing in anticipation. You were going to murder your husband.

How had you gotten here?

You had just received news your husband was cheating on you. Not even with some rich girl, with a skank he met in a cafe. How romantic. What was even more romantic was that you were told they were seen hooking up in an alleyway late at night.

You were royalty, who in their right mind would cheat on you, especially if not for money? You thought you had exceeded all of his expectations and needs, but alas, you hadn't. Maybe he was just being too needy, yes, that was it. It wasn't your fault you had boundaries and limits and he wanted to break them.

But what would you do?

You could confront him, no, that was too boring. There was no flavor or spice in that. Would you kill his mistress? Maybe. That seemed like a better solution, perhaps more hostile, but good nonetheless. It's not like nobody knew he was your husband. Almost everyone in your kingdom had attended your wedding with him.

That reminds you of the ball where you two had first met, your father had invited many young men to meet you. You weren't excited. At all. In fact, you had been dreading it since he first brought it up. Then, you met him. Almost instantly, sparks were flying. He was flirting with you like crazy, you found it quite funny, how desperate he seemed. You did think he was quite charming though, despite him being a flirt. So, six months later, you two got married. You had been married for almost two years now, how stupid he was to go and cheat on you so early on. You were only 20, him 21, you had a long life ahead of you.

Unless you cut his short.

If he had the audacity to cheat on you, he deserved nothing short of death. That's what you would do, kill him. Maybe his mistress too. Yes. That's what you would do. You were sitting in your room, plotting their demise, when your maid came in and called you for dinner. She was your favorite maid, as she was always very nice to you. She also seemed very cunning if you were to look closer. Almost like she could murder someone... No. She wouldn't. She might... You decided to call for her after you were done with dinner.

-time skip to the dinner table-

The food was bland, as always. You wanted nothing more than out. Out of this damned castle. Out of this cursed life.

The table was silent, you decided then was the best time to bring up a small portion of your plot.

"Everyone," you said, breaking the silence, "I think we should host a ball. Only the finest men and women shall come. Any objections?"

Nobody spoke up.

"Mrs, when would you like to have the ball?" One of your maids spoke up.

"The fifth of the next month."

"But Mrs, that's in seven days-"

"Are you speaking against me?" You asked in your most stern tone.

"N-no ma'am," the maid mustered.

"What was that? I can't hear you."

"No ma'am!" The maid said, more confident this time.

"That's what I thought."

"Why so rude?" Your husband said under his breath.

"Do you have something to say?" You asked quite loudly, drawing attention to his comment. "I'll have you beheaded and thrown in a ditch, this is my damn castle, not yours, I'm the fucking boss here, not you. Do you understand? Or shall I put you in your place?" You whispered to him through gritted teeth.