The Spoils Of War {Tbs}

Part 32

I smiled holding Thomas' hand tightly as we walked down the castle steps into the courtyard where our army all stood, and there in the centre in chains was the cause of all this trouble.
The southern king, the invader of my kingdom, murder of my first husband, usurper of my throne, having imprisoned me and shoved me off to a lord he owed debts like I was a horse or a bag of gold, held my throne long enough to destroy my kingdom and my legacy, and dragging the man I love across the land to war and he now stood in chains in our courtyard.
We walked down to the courtyard close enough to him to see his forsaken face.
"evening" 
"You evil bastard" he grunted at us
"Do you have anything to say for your self before your execution"
"You boy. Will never be a king. Bastard boy of a southern lord rasied alone by a whore, the only reason your daddy didn't want you six feet under was because his favorite little whore got sick of him and bit his balls off. Just because you think you defeated me, set the crown apon your head doesn't make you the king." He spat "neither does fucking that little whore of yours"
Before he could say another word Thomas hit him hard enough it clearly caused him pain putting a dagger to his throat "I would think you'd have leant by now. Not to disrespect her. She's not some little whore, she's the princess you uprooted from her throne, she's is my queen" he told him "is that all?"
"Yes. Go on then you jumped up little shit. Kill me. I assure you that crown will slip from your head before the year is out"
"Why?"
"Even in death they will follow there rightful king"
"Your men turned on you in battle. Left the castle and you defenceless, ran from invaders, you clearly are not there rightful king" he told him "ready the archers!"
"Archers?" I asked I looked and saw on the walls of the keep arches, as many as I knew we had, all aimed at him ready to spear him with so many arrows there be no hope of survival I watched as they all readied taking aim apon him but I felt a strange feeling in my stomach. "Stop" I spoke up making everyone seem confused Thomas gave me a concerned look as if asking what the hell I was doing but without vocalising it "adjust your aim. I want ever arrow to fall at his feet" I ordered not a soul moved
"Do as your queen commands" Thomas told them
They launched there arrows and not a single one hit him all landing inna mess of wood at his feet.
"I believe you do not deserve the mercy of death by our skilled archers. You deserve nothing but pain, darkness, and suffering. For everything you have done" I told him "you forced men from there homes, from the arms of the women ans children they love to March north, a battle you knew was likely to fail, a battle you knew most of them where to die and most didn't even want to go, but still you marched them on the wall without care, without concern, without mercy. All because you wanted a crown that was never to be yours, you had no right to it, no claim to it, no single thread that you in any way deserved a crown apon your head. The only reason you even held a southern crown was because you happened to have fallen from the correct woman's pussy to hold it. You marched an army around the south ripping men, and boys from there hopes to fight a war to boost your already heavily over inflated ego" I explained the shuffling and movement of the county yard now silence, even the wind seemed to silence keeping the air still as the sun slowly began to set below the keeps walls, "yet still you marched this attack, on to castles and keeps in the southern and northern kingdoms, any who choose not to side with you, you'd gut them like fish apon there castle steps, you burnt villages, starved towns, casued such a fear in parents in the city that they sent there children to the far north to protect them, they'd stand at the coaches kissing there children as young as two goodbye knowing they would never see them again, sending them to unknown places in the north, a place known to be deadly and inhospitable. You took my first husband from me before I even knew him myself to fight your war, you cut off his head and held him on a spike like he was a hunting prize, and you held his head at the front of your army as you came into my city. My home. You raped women and girls as young as ten, chased and trampled children, burnt houses, looted buildings, destroyed everything that those people held dear to them, walked over there mutilated bodies like it was nothing, like they where just an obstacle. You imprisoned me and let me watch the city I knew burn, you usurped the throne that was rightfully mine, sat in it like you where a child with no respect for the thousands of years of those who had sat in it before you," I explained "you took residence in my home, destroyed art, sculpture, papers and books older then you could even understand burnt the scrolls of those who built the very castle you took, you sat a crown apon your head, a crown of old vallenia a crown made for a king to sit apon the head of every king ever to rule. You had no respect for the people, the history, the rules and laws of this world. You where no king. You where a jumped up commander with delusions of grandeur" I explain "you gave me away like a horse to your commander as if I was nothing." I said a tear in my eye "you have me to a man who for all your knew would abuse me and kill me, but you happened to give me to a man who truly loved me, more so then anyone I have ever known before, and even then you couldn't leave well enough alone, you came into our home, threatened to take me away like he was your child and I was some toy you had bought for him, you threatened to kill me, to use me in sick perverted ways, hurt me in your attempts and treated my second husband like a child, you disrespected us. Under our own roof. You then proceeded to force the man I love into war with you, knowing still that your armies where out numbered outskilled and outmatched in all ways and yet still you risked there lives for your ego to hold onto something you should never have been had. I risked being a widow twice before even knowing the touch of a man, and still when taken prisoner and the crown rightfully in the head on the man I love you still disrespect us, treat is like your bastard children, demanding Respect that you are not owed let alone deserve. You treated me like I was nothing and then cower then that concert comes back to bite you in the ass" I warned  "I am y/n y/l/n, daughter and only child of Marcus and petroca, princess of all of the northern kingdom, last daughter of a dynasty that has ruled this land for the last two thousand years, queen of the north and her dominion, you had no right to give me away, no right to claim my throne for yourself, you do not own me. I am the last of the royal bloodline, the daughter of a dynasty of blood that has spanned longer than anyone dares to recall, born and bred to rule, to sit on a throne build generations ago and lead a whole world without question or resistance from any man, lord or peasant. My kingdom and castle may have been mutilated, my history lost to time, my people abused and mistreated, but you cannot break me. You should have killed me when you had the chance for like a deadly weed if all of it is not destroyed It will return to your detriment." I told him "mercy is not even a word I wish to consider when it comes to you" I told him "bring me a light" I said to the commander who stood by a flaming light he nodded and handed it to me "any last words?"
"Fuck you, you pompus little bitch" he screamed at me
"Classy. Dignified. And all I can say is... Long live the king" I smirked throwing the light onto the mess of arrows below him it took quickly turning inna few seconds into a raging fire he tried to fight, tried to escape but there was no use, as the flames free higher and his screams grew louder he swore, and cried, and screamed, and begged for mercy, begged to be given the quick release of death, but no. I found a Catholic joy in watching him burn, to almost see the door to hell opening to swallow him for his crimes, the fire lit the courtyard and threw hellish shadows on the castle towers, as the sun set below the walls the fire all that lit us at all, flames dancing across the skin of everyone here, and soon enough his screams silenced
"The king is dead." The commander spoke up breaking the silence we had been stood in
"Long live the king!" Many shouted beginning to as they always did at the death of a king, proclaiming to the next one
"No" Thomas demanded and silence washed over the castle again
"Long live the queen" he smiled he took my hand giving it a gentle kiss before he moved to his knees bowing his head to look only at the floor, everyone then took the same matra shouting it enough it echoed thought the sky, many joining him in bowing to me.