Life Recreated

Edward

54

Edward's troops stormed the dome castle. invited, mind you. 

with a hundred men, it was easy to overpower the guards. he killed them unknowingly, sneaking up behind their backs and slitting their throats. It made for blood mess. 

when the guards where defeated, the dome lord and his conspiring guests had no where to go, but a small chamber the yorkies had forced them to.

'Mercy,' begged the dome lord, and named every person in his household to invoke some humanitarian benevolence. Though the york lord had no intent to. 

'I can make you a rich man,' attempted sir Mapel. 'the king is sure to lend me money.'

'The king is dead,' Mary had entered the room. 

Fully presented by a silver gown, and jewelled in finery. she made quite an entrance, swaying her bond fur in like a true queen. 

'Mary, run!' her father bursted, ransacking the yorky dog that held him firmly in place. he received a kick to his nose to shut him up.

Though Mary had no intent to run anywhere. she just walked up closer to the york lord and said. 'that fat one, that one, him and the one in the back.'

sir Mapel had understood right away. 

'you fucking, betraying whore!'

Benjamin, the dome lord, had yet to grasp the situation. but Mary was nice enough to inform the man. 

'all my life, you have told me I were to be a queen,' she circled around him. 'a queen? a queen is to lead a nation, to conquer, to triumph! but all my life I have been told off, beaten, and shaped like some sort of clay toy. It is not I, whom were to be a queen, father, but you to be a king.'

'Mary?' her mother squeak. 'please, what are you doing?'

'I am a queen,' she replied. 'and I am here today, to sentence these men.' she pointed her fingers to the entirety of the room. 'to death.'

'on what charge!' came in sir mapel.

'because,' she jerked a sword free from a soldier. 'I feel like it.'

Sir mapel had wanted to object, but the steel that cut right through his balls left him quite speechless.

'Sir mapel, you always were a horny old son of bitch.' the man died, within the minute. bleeding out like a slaughter pig. 

'Lord Greg,' she cut short. 'Once you entered my bed chamber unannounced and tried to rape me. When I had successfully did away with you, I told my father the following day. you, however convinced him, I was lying.' she stood over him, reaping a dreadful look. Mary cut his stomach open. 

'Bernard, the famous drunk.' she crossed the room. 'You did me no harm, I admit. I simply, just don't like how your face looks.' Mary bashed him with a full frontal blow to his face, which left him twitching and spasming until he met the face of death. 

Finally, Mary, holding the sword to the ground, grinding the steel against the tiles as she made her way to her father. 

'Father,' she began.

'Mary,' he pleaded. 'Mary, I love you.' 

'Father,' she smiled down upon him. 'I fucking hate your guts.'

and indeed, she did, as she turned the sword over and hit him multiple times, even when death had already shown itself, had she kept hitting him over with the sharp edge of the sword, until there was nothing left of him but a heap of shredded skin and cut up organs. 

Mary smarted herself up when she was done. 'Kill them, kill them all.'

Edward's look was glorious when he gave Mary a passionate kiss.