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Spiders on Thrones

Lies.

The king sat on a golden throne whilst half the population starved. Yet despite this, his subjects all loved and praised him. I, on the other hand, made analogies comparing him to a spider.

His ability to weave webs lies was truly admirable. He had tricked the people that the rich-poor divide was normal and good for society when it was the opposite. I'd never met the man personally but that would change soon. His death date was arriving soon and I was the lucky killer.

In a way it was fitting. A spider killed by spider.

"Hold still. Your squirming isn't going to get this done faster." I groaned at the sound of whatever-her-name-was's voice as she tried to pull a cream corset tighter around my waist.

"I'm only going in for an interview - huff- you don't have to -huff- kill me." My lungs began to yell as this woman tightened the suffocating device.

"One more notch and I'll be done." Screams from my lungs worried me. It was like I had an upside down turtle trapped in the organs. Although the turtle hurt, I kept my mouth shut in case this woman decided she wanted me dead. "Done."

I let out a strangled breath and turned to the full length mirror resting against the flowery wall. The corset had defined my waist slightly. It was not something I'd do again no matter how much I liked turtles.

Black nail polish on elegant nails made me feel powerful in a petty and stupid way. If no one suspected me in the palace then the amount of foreshadowing I was wearing would be for nothing. Blood red dress, black heeled boots and spider necklace. The dress was pretty even though it would be no good for running away unless I made some alterations which obviously wouldn't be allowed.

Looking at the frilly dress, I bowed my head and shuffled my way over to the lung turtle lady. "Help me put on this dress. P-please." The word 'please' hadn't left my lips since I had last seen my parents in person and was still foreign to my lips. The lady seemed happy with my words and strutted over to the red poofy dress.

"Lift your arms and don't move unless I tell you to." A brief nod and my arms were up in the air. I blinked as the poof was thrown over my head temporarily blinding me. Swirls of red and occasional white flashed before me as the dress was pulled down over me. The cloth had a mind of its own and wanted to confuse me as much as possible while it still could. Let's just say when it got over my head, I felt very relieved but extremely wobbly.

"Where's my pocket watch?" Looking around, my watch was nowhere in sight.

"You won't need it." Anger coiled in my stomach and fire once again filled my body but this time I wasn't hungry.

"I need it. So p-please give it to me."

"No." Anger pulsated through my veins and the runes scrawled on my face began to burn up.

"Give it to me"

"No."

'GIVE IT TO ME." The woman's mouth hung open and an audible croak came from her throat. My runes were terrifying to everyone I met which usually worked to my advantage. The black elaborate design glowed in a way runes shouldn't when one of my emotions gets too strong. The mix of Miath and Runed in my blood had had some interesting effects on me.

As soon as the watch was in my hands again, I tried to leave.

"Where are you going you hybrid bit-?" Her eyebrows were half hidden in her hair as she regained enough of her voice to question me but I wasn't in the mood.

Cutting her off I turned to face the wide-eyed moron. "To kill someone." The thwack her jaw made on the floor was satisfying and the last thing I heard before striding off to meet up with Grim.