I stood there, in the room, thinking. I was alone with Philp, and staring into his eyes, I wondered when did this all go wrong? I am standing in a room of a king-to-be. A king whose name I did not know, and looking into the eyes of his son.
Now I remember. The moment where a flash of heat and everything was gone. All I remember, gone in a flash. Fainted from the heat and smoke and the next thing I know is that I'm in a room by myself and three object: mirror, sword, and bottle. The king told me I chose the life of a queen, but when?
The Bottle
With the gold and silver threading. The threading I saw on the king. I started to walk out of the room when something touched my back. I turned around to find Philp out of the bed, beside me. I bent down to say goodbye, but I was cut off. He whispered, "Don't be foolish. The moment you are, he will strike you down and throw you to death."
I looked into his eyes and nodded. I turned, walking down the stairs, laughing how the king will throw me to death.
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The Life of Chosen
Teen FictionAll of a sudden, I was unaware of everything. It was like the whole world fell at my feet. Stuck on a throne to be whorshipped and praised, but it felt wrong.
