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     When Zora was a little girl, her mother stroked her hair as they sat by the hearth, away from the prying eyes of her father and brothers

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     When Zora was a little girl, her mother stroked her hair as they sat by the hearth, away from the prying eyes of her father and brothers. Zora was only four, still small enough to be seated comfortably in her mother's lap. First Queen Estilda murmured a soft lullaby in her daughter's ear as she gently ran her fingers through her long, dark tresses.

They often did this late at night whenever the King grew tired of watching the women in their swirling gowns. He sent some to their rooms, and others to his own bedchambers, always complaining that "They'll never bear me another son!" When they were sure his stomping footsteps had receded, Zora and her mother snuck into the sitting room and set up a crackling fire.

The flames danced along the smoldering logs, casting flickering shadows along the gilded maroon walls. The candles slowly dripped wax, the liquid sliding down their waxy sides and onto their golden plates.

Estilda paused her humming, tucking a strand of black hair behind Zora's ear. "Dorogaya, what story do you wish to hear tonight?"

Eagerly, Zora kicked her legs up and down, so enthusiastically that the silver plush chair quivered. "Mama, may I hear the story of how you and Father fell in love?" That morning, she'd been flipping through the few picture books in the great library, scanning endless pages of heartfelt romance between princesses and knights in shining armor.

At the mention of the King, her lips thinned.

"Perhaps another tale tonight. We are not in love. I do not wish to speak of His Majesty, and you should address him properly even if he's not here." At her mother's sharp tone, Zora's small mouth turned downward.

"But Mama, you're married to him, and I'm his child. Why can't I call him 'Father'? Pyter and Gregori say that all the time!"

At her innocent words, Estilda's face softened. "No, my dear child. You may not. In this era, the world holds no respect for her women. This country is led by men, and will only bow down to men. Zora, dorogaya, you were unfortunate enough to be born with a set of breasts. There's nothing we can do about it."

Zora was still too young to notice the growing gravitas in her mother's tone. "Well, Father must understand that women are just as competent as men. We can be as amazing! You too, Mama. When I grow up, I'll make new rules and –"

A sharp blow was delivered to the side of Zora's face. With a cry, she toppled off her mother's lap and onto the soft golden carpet. Her cheek stung. Tears sprung to her eyes as she gazed up. "Mama, why did you hit me?" she whispered. Zora had only been hit by the King. Never her mother, the woman who adored her as if she were life itself.

Estilda was standing up, breathing heavily. Her hand was still outstretched; her palm was rapidly growing red. Zora couldn't tell if it were just her cheek on fire or her entire body since it became uncomfortably warm.

Her mother bent down and yanked Zora up by the front of her dress. Estilda's face was twisted in an ugly grimace as she raised Zora even higher. Zora kicked frantically to no avail. "Mama!" she gasped, growing more and more frightened. "Please, put me down! I'm really sorry!"

A crazed aura had taken over Estilda. All the words she'd kept bottled up were uncorked and flowing out in a never-ending torrent. "You really amaze me, moya doch'. Perhaps all these years of pampering you have turned me soft. It's time you learned your place. Women are less than trash in Etharia and other countries. We are nothing compared to men. You are supposed to grovel at your brothers' feet, and even offer your life should His Majesty demand it."

"That's not fair," choked out Zora, but Estilda continued raging.

"My precious daughters are only meant to be pawns, married off to create or strengthen alliances. Only the princes may lay a claim to the throne. You? You'll never stand a chance." With fury, Estilda spat into the fireplace. The flames crackled louder.

The glazed look lifted from her eyes, and with surprise, she dropped Zora. By now, the little girl was bawling quietly, tears and snot streaming from her eyes and nose. Something salty dripped onto Estilda's lips. She too was crying. As she reached for her daughter, Zora scrambled backward until she hit the wall and could go no further.

"Stay away!" she shrieked, trying to press herself into the stones. "Don't touch me!" Her voice broke into sobs. Estilda stood by the fire for a long moment. Then she fell to her knees and drew in Zora. She felt Zora's tears soaking the front of her dress.

Zora didn't pull away and cried even harder. Estilda's trembling hand rose to stroke her hair. "Oh, moya doch', I am so sorry. I should never have hit you. You don't deserve this. I can't let you be married off to a foreigner and live a life of grim solitude. You should not be looked down upon simply because you're a woman."

Zora sniffled. "Mama, it's alright. It's not your fault." But her mother was no longer listening. Her eyes had taken on a distant look as if she were gazing at the stars.

Estilda was already far gone. Her voice had diminished to merely a whisper. "I must not let it happen. I must find a way to prevent it. I must stop them!"

The child threw herself away, terror filling her veins once more. Estilda grappled for Zora's arm. Her frantic whispers rose in a crescendo to hysterical shrieks. "Do not worry, dorogaya! They shan't have you!" Estilda pounced upon Zora, pinning the young girl to the floor. Zora thrashed and flailed, too terrified to even shout.

The last thing she saw was her mother's long, cherry-red fingernails reaching for her left eye.

The next thing she knew, her entire face was ablaze with agony. Zora screamed in anguish as her mother mauled her, fingernails scraping against the torn flesh of her eye and cheek. Then the darkness grasped Zora's arms and wrenched her beneath the waves of unconsciousness.

so, unlike the old version, i think i'll make dark queen have much shorter chapters (unless there's a special chapter)

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so, unlike the old version, i think i'll make dark queen have much shorter chapters (unless there's a special chapter). this one was about one-thousand words. normally, they're three-thousand...

how was it? please let me know in the comments! if you like it, please give it a vote!

Discussion Questions:

Why do you think Estilda would hurt her daughter so badly?

What's going to become of Zora as she grows up?

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