( Completed) the scarlet lady

Chapter one: Idiot

I woke up covered in a sheen of sweat, nausea gripped my stomach causing me to race to the bathroom. I dry heaved over the water basin, the smell of the kings breath still heavy in my nose, this was normal for me. It happened every time I woke up, it was usually the same dream, the memory was forever seared into my brain. As much as I wanted to, I couldn't fully escape my past. I looked down at my palm, the prominent scar stood out on my pale skin, it had been cut open twice, both times purposely.

The first time was on my mother's death. after I had finished vomiting, I found a piece of glass from the shattered window. He had slammed her body into it.  I cut my palm and made a blood oath, not only to get vengeance. I would get justice for my mother, the second time was when I swore my sovereignty to the queen of the Isle of Diana. I shook off the memories, and began getting ready. I dressed in a black dress, and put on my blood red cloak that symbolized me as the captain of the queen's guard. I put on my boots lacing them tightly, then carefully placed all my weapons in their sheathes.

Most of which were hidden the only one I made sure to keep in view was my sword. I had received it from the queen herself, it was mainly for show, but I put it to good use if necessary, my weapon of choice was the dagger. It allowed you to get up close and personal with your target, circumstances didn't always allow that. So I was well versed in every weapon known to man, I could kill someone in over one hundred different ways. I left my room, and began walking down the moonlight corridor. I was making my way towards the throne room, to start my day like every other, by visiting the queen.

On my way I was pushed against the wall roughly, and pinned there by two strong arms, I looked up. It was a man his name was Lord Benton, he was a greasy cad who had given me lude looks since I had arrived. Though I had never seen him as a threat, just an idiot, I had underestimated him, I wouldn't make that mistake again. Before he could utter a word, I had unsheathed one of my daggers. I pressed it lightly against his pants

then growled ''back off or I will not hesitate to make sure you can never sire any children.  If you understand nod your head''

he nodded then stepped back. I slid the dagger back into its holder, doubtlessly I stared him down, taking in his slicked back graying hair. His long gaunt face, and black eyepatch from a past incident that I had never cared to ask about. I eyed him coldly and said

''if you ever try that again I shall not hesitate to castrate you.''

He stood stiffly, eyes widened in fear and he turned around

I snarled ''leave''

and he turned around and left. I heard him mumble under his breath ''whore''

I rolled my eyes men were unbelievable. He had tried to force himself upon me, yet I was the whore the bastard made me wish I had castrated him.