Thoughtless (A Heartless Fan Fiction)

He is Not...

        In the shriveling darkness Queen Catherine was marching on through the eerie streets of the local town. Each light turned off, each living being fast asleep not daring to go against their Queen's orders. Not because they might loose their heads, but because of the fact they truly believe in their Queen. She might be cruel and dreadfully rude at first glance, but somewhere beneath all of that they could sense that she is trying to help her kingdom in which ever way she could, she helped more than any other King or Queen of Hearts. Queen Catherine knew what was best for her Kingdom, as stubborn, and hot tempered she might be they all loved and feared her.

Queen Catherine felt different about all of this, she felt cursed with duties that she never wanted to place upon herself. She wanted to open a bakery, she wanted to have Jest beside her forever. But those dreams, shattered, torn by the cruel plot of fate, and by the people she must now protect. In their full innocent stupidity, at least she no longer had to be fooled by their emotions. There was something else something different, the emptiness she once felt had a sort of weight to it, a beet of life was within her.

"No... It cannot be, I gave up what was paining me so long ago!"

Just as Queen Catherine thought of this, they reached the outer rim of the village, to meet her parents. They stood there worriedly, and ignorantly, even though she banished them from her life a long time ago.

"Fools you have threatened to disown me for loving a fool, and now you have become fools yourselves. Have either of you not heard my orders?" asked Queen Catherine irritated from them interrupting her search.

Her father ventured closer to her, his eyes soft and full of worry. Queen Catherine could only see pity and it made her rage deeply within. She wanted to tear his most precious thing to him, his vocal cords, his ability to smoothly persuade and tell what ever story he could ever think of in an articulate manner. Even though she would never dare to harm those who had created her, and raised her. But she would never listen to them, no longer would she ever be some sort of a pawn of a child to climb their way higher through society.

"My Queen if you have forgotten who we are to you, we are your parents and we care for the well being of you," started her Father.

"And we are not just going to just allow you to ward off some sort of demon ghost!" interrupted her Mother in a flood of tears.

"Since when have you truly cared for my own well being?" she asked swiftly walking past them as if they where just two meaningless leaves falling in the wind with no purpose other than to get in the way.

"Ever since you where born! Ever since I held you in my arms to raise you as a proper and well kept lady!" protested her Mother racing towards her, and tracing her fingures over her daughter's tense and cold shoulder, "If you chase after such madness what is to become of the King without you? A proper lady must stay loyal and right beside her husband!"

Queen Catherine's eyes pierced into her Mother's fearful gaze, causing her to shrink away.

"What ever brought you to the assumption that I do not stay loyal to my husband as he is loyal to me? Is it so preposterous that a woman could be equal to the man she loves?" spat Queen Catherine, as they stood there silent and at a lost of words. This was their daughter their once sweet, quite, and obedient daughter, their hopes of being able to pride over their daughter, and forming her into the woman they wished her to be gone. A bond once they thought the held, torn away by an unforgiving force.

In the silence Queen Catherine made her final decision, "Six and Seven bring my parents home and make sure that they get to bed. Mother, Father, you are both not in the right position to judge or worry about me I am Queen like you both ever so wished me to be, am I not?" asked Queen Catherine once again picking up her skirt.