Kiss the broken and rusted metal of my lips. (Various x reader)

I am a knight

I look just like my ancestor. Her (h/l) (h/c) hair, her (e/c) eyes that are shaped like (e/s), her (l/c) (l/s) lips, I even have the same love for (f/t) as she did.

She was a true warrior, she was a knight for the king and queen, she put her entire life on the line for those she had loved. Her story was epic, her relationships were messy, and in all the pictures I've seen, her hair was always perfectly done and she always looked beautiful.

She wielded a sword that was (f/c) with (o/c) accents. Her voice was gruff but dignified. Her name was Cecilia Ann (l/n). Such a feminine name for a complete badass that went against everything her family believed in.

I always thought she was who I was meant to become. I was made to finish the business she started, I am destined to finish her job once and for all. That job is to kill the queen and take her thrown for myself!

I live in a kingdom where our queen is a tyrant and anyone beneath her has to obey unless they want to be sentenced to death after being tortured for at least a year. Though I don't quite know what difference it would make, we're already being tortured as it is. 

People of my status are either killed or knighted. If you fail to show the qualities of a knight, you will be sent to the chambers where god knows what happens. Now hat I am of the age of (w/a) I am eligible for taking the knighting test. In my class the women become the knights while the men become scribes. Both genders will be killed on sight if you question the queen though.

My whole life I've been trained in everything that has to do with knighting. I can't read, I can't write, I can barely count, but I can go into war with nothing but my fists and win. I am lined up with the rest of the women from my class that have become of age.

The queen will choose the women she thinks are gorgeous enough while the rest are sent to the chambers, from there we will be tested on our skills in becoming a knight. We all kneel once the queen walks in. Her high heels echoed in the silent room with each step. "Rise" she ordered. We all obeyed. She walked up and down the line of us, studying every little detail of our faces and bodies.

Every now and again she'd scoff "too manly." Or "fat." Or "she's just bones!" And of course the worst of all, "She's a fucking cow!" With each insult one guard would walk over and drag the screaming and crying women to the chambers. They begged for their lives. The queen just laughed at them.

Then she finally made it to me. I stood tall and kept a straight face. ".... you could lose some of that belly," she slapped my stomach "ugh and you smell terrible" she complained and pushed me away from her. "But we can fix those." She then continued down the line. I wasn't too hurt by what she said to me, at least I didn't get "she probably has fire crotch!"

After that, there were only ten of us left. The queen stepped back and looked at us. She then chuckled. "Wow, look at all of you! Shaking in them bloody boots already?!" She laughed. "I want to see what you can do! Give me a show! If you bore me, your spine will be making this sound," she then snapped her fingers harshly. The sound echoed. "Alright then, let us carry on."

After hours and hours of rigorous tests, I was the only one left. "What a shit show" she mumbled to one of her guards. She then walked over to me and took my hand into both of hers. She smiled at me, "our ancestors would be proud" then she hugged me.

The queen and I have some history. We're the same age, and we used to hang out together all the time. She always said she wouldn't act like her mother and ancestors did but, that didn't stay that way for long.

I don't want to hurt someone who was my friend but, I have to stop this terror. I am destined for this. I will follow what is written in my fate and slay this beast in cold blood. All prophesies must be fulfilled, and this is mine.