Amethyst's POV
"MOTHER!!"
That was all I could scream when I saw the sword swiftly move across my mother neck, seperating it from her body.
That's what war does to us, it takes away our loved ones till we are stripped of a reason to live, a reason to continue or a reason to protect.
Yet it is essential to rage war upon the troops who wish to savour the taste of our blood on their evil swords, the blood of Pheodourian royals.
I was one of them, and after mother, I was the only. And that meant only one thing...
I was to be crowned Queen of Pheodour tonight.
That is, if I survived this.
A rope around my neck suddenly pulled me out of my thoughts as I let my eyes water at my mother's loss.
Every strike I made with my sword there on, was meant to hurt. I wanted to inflict the worst kind of pain upon the men who dared to take my mother away from me, their queen from the people and the hope of our Kingdom.
"Your majesty!!" A troop called to me.
I was used to being addressed as the Lady, which gave room to a certain restlessness when I realised I was the one being referred to and no longer my mother.
I turned around to see my mother's severed head on her killer's sword, his eyes closed as he sat scarred, on his knees before me. More than sadness, this angered me.
The way he was scared now, yet flaunted my mother's remains on his sword, as if she were just a peace of flesh and bone to him, angered me.
He didn't deserve to die easy.
He deserved to pray for death to find him sooner yet being kept alive in the shadows of our dungeon.
"Dungeon. Now." I gritted out between my teeth. The troops obeyed without question, showing their acceptance to me as their new Queen. As he was being dragged on the floor like a rag doll before my eyes, I got a hold of his sword.
Removing my mother's head off his dirty sword, I let her pure blood stain my armour, as I hugged her remains with a hope she heard my silent cries.
Kissing her forehead for one last time, I bid her farewell as I kept her head back on the floor and swiped my own sword across the flesh of my fingers, causing blood to well out.
Gently coloring her forehead with the deep red of my blood, I took one last glance at her, slowly turning my back at her and mustering up the courage to walk away.
That was the moment I let go of my definition of love. She was my definition of love itself and it only deserved to stay with my mother, it went where she did, with her.
Forever.
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Started on 1st October, 2024
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