The Short Stories from a Woman (Wattys2016)

Queen Rosa

The young Queen, her hair as red as the fire of hell and her eyes as black as the darkest shadows and the color of the night, looked down on her subjugates that stood silently before her as she stood above them on the platform.

Guards guarded the exists. Every subjugate, every person under her rule would see the consequences of disobeying her wishes and her rules she wanted to protect at all cost.

"This will happen to people who disobey me" While she spoke an elderly man, around the age of fifty was guided in with two guards. Blood present on the man's wrinkled face, his clothes thorn and filled with dirt. His skin full of painful blue yellow colored bruises and sore cuts. He had been tortured for days.

"I do not want to start a war. Not now, not ever. See this as a lesson." The young Queen turned around and took place on the throne, next to the empty place that was once sat on by her deceased husband. Her unborn child would become the next King or Queen. It wouldn't take long for the new heir to arrive into the world.

The young Queen nodded her head. Shocked screams of disbelief and terror filled the cold winter air in the courtyard of the castle. The old man's throat was slid. He lay motionless on the cold ground, dead.

"Clean that up Sir Stuart and guide the people out of this castle. I need a hot bath." With that she stood up from the throne and walked back inside, leaving the dead man and the subjugates behind.

She had been the first Queen in the history of the Monarchy and the feeling deep down inside of her told her unborn child would be a woman. Whatever the cost, even to be taken seriously as the first Queen that rules her country, her kingdom, had to be taken serious or they would walk all over her. 

She couldn't and wouldn't let that happen to herself or her unborn child if it would not be a son.

A good leader, a good ruler, a good Queen would do what she thought was the right way and that was exactly what Queen Rosa did.