Short Story(mix story)

Long Live The Queen

I wipe the blood out of my forehead. "W-why?" The king stuttered, lying in the pool of his own blood, at the foot of the throne. I chuckled. "What do you mean, father?" I said looking down at him,innocently.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          

"A-all of this, W-why?" He gasped. "Oh dear father. You see, your little princess didn't want to be a princess anymore. She wanted to be the queen. But you had to give it away to your mighty son, didn't you?" I pouted as I pointed towards the lifeless body.

"You were the Queen!" He exclaimed. Poor move, he'll die a bit faster now. "Because I was the wife of a king. And here's a thing father, I don't like to associate myself with men." I said as I wiped the blood off the dagger with my finger.

I looked around in the court, piles of dead being who assumed they could stop me. I sat back and look him in the eyes." The queen is the storm. She is the queen this world is yet to see. She'll be ruthless and high. And if she won't be given, she'll take back HER throne." I smirked before harshly kicking his face, hearing a very well audible crack.

The minister came running, a bit bloody. An expression of fear flashed on his face as he saw the distruction around him."The Royal family is dead!" I declare loudly as I stand up, walking over the minister, placing a hand on his shoulder. "I shall inherit the throne. LONG LIVE THE QUEEN!"