The Bloody Queen

Prologue

Maybe it's the endless silence that's made me go mad. Maybe it was the thought of revenge that gave me devious smiles . Or maybe it was the idea a knife sinking into someone's skin and watching their blood pour from their neck that sent chills down my spine. Either way I was definitely beyond saving from this point. I was what one called, Insane.
You might be suspicious of me, and you have a right to be. I am indeed a murderer. However, you need not be afraid of me. I only kill those who deserve it. And those are the people who defy me.
They don't call me the queen of hearts for nothing. I do in fact collect them on my walls and through the corridors of the palace. I stain everything red in my castle, but not with dye. No, it's the blood of the prisoners with whom I killed with my own hands.
Lies and rumors float around along with the heads that are the source of the moat around the castle gates. The rumors being I watch my victims executions from the balcony, along with those who adore me. This is a lie. I am not so squeamish that I cannot execute my own victims. I do it with my bare hands to tell you the truth, in front of all who oppose me.
Perhaps I go a bit far every once and awhile, but where's the fun in having a clean an simple death? I ravish in the thought of pain and cruelty. I gave up years ago, trying to keep the court yard clean. With as many body parts scattered around, my servants couldn't take much more. So I did them an act of courtesy, seeing as how giving I am. They begged and pleaded to just let it be, they couldn't clean it all, and with all my acts of kindness, I tore them in half and strung their bodies up for everyone to see.
I may seem hostile, but it you think I'm bad, you should meet my adorable little sister. The one who claimed herself queen when I was obviously the eldest. The throne my parents held so dear was to be mine the day I turned eighteen, but everything changed.
The night before my crowning, I seem my parents assassinated by none other than the princess who dressed herself in white to seem innocent. To seem kind. It was I who held their bodies in my arms as they bled to their deaths. My lovely sister only watched, and when the guards saw me laying with my motionless parents, it was I who was accused of their murders.
For months I was locked away, and my sister was crowned queen. The imprints of her crime fell upon me, but her "pity" for me left me alive. At least, that's what she said to those who served her.
She kept me far from light. She kept me far from the surface. She kept me at least miles under the ground so no one would hear my screams. For miles under the grass and beautiful earth, she lashed out her insanity on to me, and slowly I lost mine.