Look What You Made Me Do

Part V

The world moves on; another day another drama drama

But not for me, not for me; all I think about is karma

And then the world moves on but one thing's for sure

Maybe I got mine but you'll all get yours

It had been a year now since that day. It was difficult in the beginning. I'd lived in the woods and had to steal food and clothes to survive.

Eventually, I was able to disguise myself and go into town. There, I saw something interesting

All around me, life went on. The townspeople did things as they were wont to do, and within days the whispers about the new king and the dead royals were replaced by more recent gossip.

I realized then that could never be me. I would never be able to get past this. I would spend forever if I had to, but I would have justice. Or maybe I just wanted revenge. Who knew? Who cared? It was all the same in the end.

I had suffered for my naivety with a punishment far greater than my crime. And now I would lend a hand to karma and make sure my enemies also got theirs.

I travelled around the country in the last year, learning things that would make the hair on my tutors' arms stand up and consorting with people that probably had my parents rolling in their graves. But it was well worth it. I could now kill someone in 54 different ways. I knew how to pick almost any lock, how to make a weapon out of nothing but a rubber band and a toothpick and how to embrace shadows to become invisible.

I made my way to the castle with fake wrinkles and hair colored grey. It was ridiculously easy to obtain employment as a maid in the castle. I made a mental note that I would make the hiring process more selective when I took my place as the Queen.

And now I stood before the throne room, laying my eyes on the False King, the bastard that had been my husband,for the first time since my 'death'.

It took every ounce of my will to not attack him.

Patience, I reminded myself. Just death was not enough for him. No, I would kill him every day, little by little. He would count his breaths, wondering if each would be his last. I would make fear his constant companion, his only one until madness touched him. But I would not let the madness take him because that would make him oblivious to fear and pain and I refused him that mercy.