HIS QUEEN

Prologue

I was seated in front of my vanity brushing my long lustrous black hair intending on putting it up into a high ponytail.

Usually I'd just leave my hair flowing freely but today I have a presentation at college and a very tiring task after that.

Don't get me wrong I love my work honestly but sometimes the red is just too much especially the cleaning part, I could have one of dad's men help me clean but they are sloopy and we were almost busted one time they did my cleaning for me.

Anyway, my attempts at a ponytail are failing completely and I'm one a hair breadth away from hauling the scrunchy across the room, that is until my mother opens the door.

"Let me help you with that," she says softly before taking the damn thing of my hands and pulling my hair into a perfect ponytail.

"I want a high ponytail, not a low one,"I say still watching her through the mirror entranced by the gentle smile on her face and the soft movements on my hair.

I couldn't give one fuck what ponytail I had on right now but I want her to stay with me longer though I don't know why.

" My bad, let me fix that," and then she begins working on my hair.

I can feel her tugging at my hair but ignore it as my hair is usually tangled.

Another tugs ensues followed but more harsh one, each tug with more strength that the last.

I look at her again through the mirror but nothing on her face has changed she's still there fixing my hair with the smile on her face.

Her smile seems forced this time.

"Mom what are you.......,"

She yanks my head back with a tight grip on my hair.

I struggle and end up looking at the mirror to see her better and she stands there apoligising, I don't know what for so I try to ask but then her face morphs into Genevieve's face and her soft smile replaced by a more sinister one.

One I see everyday, the smile that she has on her lips every time before she reminds me of my place and now I was completely at her mercy.

I don't know if I should be frightened or not but that's immediately decided for me the moment she pulls out a silver dagger from her jacket pocket.

I look closer at the dagger and instantly realize that it's my dagger the same one my real mother gave me before she died, for protection she said.

Now the same dagger was about to end my life.
She raised it above her head slowly and all I could do was watch like I was under a spell and couldn't react.

"Don't worry, I'll make it swift so you won't have to suffer," with that she went to plunge the dagger into my neck.

With that I jolt up on the bed my body covered in sweat, uncomfortable on my own skin, a shower is the only thing in my head that makes sense right now so that's what I do.