Queen of hearts

Chapter four

            Eight years. That's how long it's been . Eight long insufferable,years. Since I've seen your faces .Or heard mothers coaxing lullabies. Or smelt father after a long day of chopping wood.
Mother and Father I hope you get this message. It's from your daughter ,Rosalie . I'm sorry I didn't write to you sooner . I've been a little busy.
         Things haven't changed much since your deaths . The lilacs and chrysanthemums are still dancing to and inside song when a breeze passes by. It still smells like honey and fresh bread out of the oven wherever you walk and it still feels like spring even when it's winter.
    All in all,things didn't change much.
   Except for your murderer : Queen Cybele . Shes kinder nowadays . But,I haven't forgotten what she did to you both. I will never forget the way she smiled in delight while your blood dripped onto the floor. But, don't worry your death won't be for nothing. Her majesty recently gave birth to a daughter. A princess.
She'll probably grow up to become just like her mother a spoiled, selfish self -righteous brat.
That child will most likely have jewels and diamonds that cost more than any amount of money that we would ever receive in our entire lives .
And me .I will have to scrub every floor that insolent little brat walks on for the rest of my life ,while her and her mother laugh at me in front of my face.
    But I will have your justice and I won't stop till she is begging for both their lives at my feet.
Enough about that ,I recently turned 18 on February 14 . I am legally allowed to marry.Time flies by so fast.Father, I miss your laughter and the way you smelled of firewood . Mother I miss your warm smile and your tight hugs. I miss you both.
            Do not worry I will avenge your deaths .In time. This time you will be proud of me.
                     Love,Rosalie
       Hesitantly,I tossed the letter into the fire I started. The big red and blue flames devoured the letter until it disappeared. The bitter smell of smoke swam in my nose.It was cold outside so cold ,that I could see my own breath. But, still the sun shined down on the snow covered ground ,making it appear as if it was sparkling glitter. Snow was covering the Wonder Woods trees like a blanket.
                 I buried my parents body in front of their home. So they could always be home. Snow covered my parents shared stone hedge. I had carved my mother and fathers shared grave. I traced my fingers on the cold stone letters : Here lies the bodies of Cerise Martinez and Hunter Martinez . A tear rolled down my face , I quickly wiped it away.
              How could I forget what I taught myself:Bloodshed is a battle well done. Love is weakness.