Queen Of Blood & Cards

Prologue

Her fork delicately poked at the tender meat in front of her. The grace of her hands let go of the poor silverware and lightly tapped her fingers to her palm in a small clap.

"Gentlemen, I see we have came to an agreement. As queen of Alangal, I hereby promote all of you. May you and your kingdoms become mine. All mine. Your slaves, your merchants, your concubines, your food, your land, your poor, your wealthy, your money, your children...your...life? No, no, having your life is quite excessive." She paused, took a glass of red wine, and sipped it. "This was quite a lovely dinner. I promise you all that I will become a queen so great, that the whole world bows in my image. My three boys surely will be excited at our arrangements. I'm going to give each land to each of them. Jerome will have the north, Erik will have the south, and Erien will have the east. My two lovely daughters.,.hm...I don't know if they should get married yet. As a queen it IS important that I marry off my children so that they become successful for themselves, but...alast...females have a different role in society. Perhaps they can become like me, though my husband was brutally murdered, and that's how I became queen—perhaps they can become queens of their own kingdom. Alangal...Alangal is mine...isn't that right?"

She looked down her long table. Ten men was presented toward her. Their necks were slit, or completely severed. Some of them had twisted necks, so brutal, their faces were facing the back. Blood was splattered everywhere, and began to seep into the floor. Some silverware were driven into three of their necks, spoons stuck in their eyes, knives in their throats, and forks lodged into their chest. The queens fingers were obviously wiped on a white rag near her. Silence awarded her, and she smirked and hissed, "everything is all fucking mine..."