Thin, shaking hands grasped the railing of the balcony, belonging to the newly crowned queen of Derisn. A loose snowy white dress covered her thin frame. White-blonde hair shadowed most of her pale face, and her head was bowed. The queen stepped forward and looked up. All shaking stopped. Her hair was swept back, showing her small smirk. "I am not your delicate little princess anymore. I am your queen. And you will obey me." She laughed, bringing her hands into the air. The people below screamed as they were forced into a kneeling position. "Bow before your ruler!"
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100 word stories
Historia CortaA collection of short stories, all inspired by one word each.
