Goddess in Disguise

2

"Queen Naomi is the face of death. The killer queen who looks at a peasant with both eyes, stunning them with her beauty. Although, she has a rotten heart, that thou despise."
Zenneth told us different types of stories as the rains strong pounds became light drizzles. My cloak's hood fell over my brown bucket hat, as I struggled to fix it through the filled space.
"The face of death?" I spoke with my British accent. Correct, my family was british living in France. We kept it a secret for far too long, and said that it came naturally. My great grandfather was a noble, living within the grounds of the kingdom. Later on, he was killed after he married a british woman, whom already had 7 kids, all, half british. The family remained on the outskirts of town and begun to live life poorly. My great grandmother died from being poisoned by her sister in law, and her kids scattered in different places. The one person that lives to this day, is my grandmother. She lives alone, as a key-maker.

Once we had arrived to the town, we already witnessed the King walking out of the castle, hand in hand with Queen Naomi. He blessed her with a kiss on the lips, before the carriage left to the docks. Queen Naomi then made a touching speech for the people of France, before she brought out all the prisoners, living in the castles dungeons.
"This man, known for being a thief, a murderer and rapist. Touched the soul of a young woman, in part that he shall not touch once more!!" She decapitated him, without hesitation. She swung her sword, gushing out all the blood from them.
"This man, does not submit to the way that this kingdom works." She threw him to the ground, with his hands and legs tied with rope, just like everybody else. "Guilty, motherfu**er." She sliced off his head, laughing, and finding it wonderful to kill.
"Last but not least for today." The woman continued, "This woman, British born, living within our grounds? Get the fu** out of here, you old sag!"
I cried loudly, running up to the sight of my grandmother near death. Her face was bruised, and her tears fell rapidly.
I could not speak, or else my whole family would be killed. I could not fight back, because I was too weak. I could not do anything, but watch someone I love die.
"You bit**!!" I shouted, as the kingdoms doors closed behind her, exiting the crowd.
The audience cheered, as I drowned in my own sadness.