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Cassandra sat on her dead father's chair, at the head of the banquet hall, where he usually sat discussing politics.
Harry had killed him in open air battle. Poor man didn't stand a chance.
'Bring her in,' Cassandra commanded.
Three ladies entered the room, dragging a battered woman across the floor and heaved her up to the table. They had her in bondage, gagged, and judging by the bruises and cuts, tortured.
'Your grace,' Cassandra chortled. 'What an honour.'
Indeed, an honour it was.
The Queen of scots had crossed the english border for her coronation. All seemed well, until her traitor mother was beheaded on the charge of conspiring against the crown. The queen, quickly had tried to escape the country to France, and nearly succeeded. Though the ship which would take her from across the pond, had a captain Cassandra knew well. Stephen Mall was in fact a pagan, disguised as a ordinary man. He knew of The Lady Cassandra, and her plans, and it didn't take long before he had offered the queen on her front steps.
The Queen tried to struggle, and hit her way free, but the bondage were of metal chains, that dug deep into her flesh whenever she turned.
Cassandra held up her hands. 'The Red Star is approaching!' her ladies chanted along with her. 'the grand right unfolding. AVE SATANI.'
Cassandra's mother handed her the serpent's tongue, a silver dagger forged into two ends.
'It has been one hundred years since the grand rights had been successfully summoned, now on this day, this epoch, we shall bring again, the very evil to this land and rot it away.'
Cassandra licked the steel against the Queen's soft throat. 'In order to carry out this grand rights, Three of high blood are to be sacrificed. My mother began it with King Harrington, I resumed it with King Philip, and I shall ended it with you.'
The queen trawled, the chains cutting deeper.
'With your blood, we shall evoke the black plaque to dance with us, kill you puritans, and we, pagans, shall rule in your stead.'
Cassandra drove the serpent's tongue into her eyeballs, and pouched it out, pushing it further into her brain, until the Queen's last struggling breath exited her lungs.
'Now we will reign.'
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