The perfect murder

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Shut up! Shut up!" I yelled. "You fool, you never know when to stop talking!" I kicked away from the table I was sitting at, my husband on the other. Mother and father had no idea what they had done, sending me here to marry a man that wouldn't allow me to do anything but listen to his conquest tales of his other forced lovers. He abandoned our arranged marriage, and the only thing stopping me from turning and going back to my own kingdom was the fact that it would die with or without the money supplied from him. He was an evil man, vile and cruel to all around him. Worse, he was rubbing off on me. I had never been so angry in my life.

"You will regret speaking against me, woman." He said, standing and pounding a fist on the table. "I never wanted you, I wanted your stupid father's land. You're the fool for believing I could ever love an ugly creature like you."

I ran from the room, slamming the door to the library on my way out. I heard him screaming at my actions. I hoped he wouldn't follow me again.

I shut myself in my room, hitting the pillows on the bed with all my strength. I wished it was his face. I wanted to see the look on his face as I cut his head clean off.

I pulled on my beautiful, big, dancing gown from the after party on my wedding. In this my husband had revealed his true intentions to me, had slapped me across the face for the first time, and had told me I was in fact nothing to him.

I grabbed my silver dagger, hidden in a thick lace pocket on my thigh.

Walking to the library once again, I turned the knob and hid my dagger behind my back. My husband still sat at the table, asleep now, with his head on the desk.

I walked to him, scrunching my face in disgust at this man who deserved every bit of what he was about to get.

I held my dagger with two hands above my head, slicing down as hard and fast as I could, while the thunder cracked outside of the window and lightning flashed in my eyes. My ears were met with a piercing scream. Oh, now he was terrified. I stumbled back, laughing and watching his white shirt become stained covered with blood. I laughed as he panted, gasped for air, and pulled the dagger from his back. He turned to me and I looked directly into his eyes. They showed emotion, perhaps for the first time. He didn't speak, only looked as if he cursed my name inside of his soul for just a moment before he fell to the ground, limp, weak, dead. I took the dagger from his bloodied hand, looking down at my deceased husband. I saw my dress splattered with his blood and revealed in the sight.

"Not so talkative now, huh?"

I walked from the library, shutting the door. The corridor was empty, and I filled it with the sounds of joyous laughter, walking straight to someone that could forge me my new crown. My own crown. His kingdom was mine now. And I'd never regret taking it from him.