she is a queen.
with roaring trumpets behind her back. a choir of singing children humming praises for their absolutely perfect monarch. and a sword tinted ruby, swaying at her hip as she walked the halls of her palace. her kingdom.
she was her parents.
except she wasn't. for while they were the immortal beings they ruled with empathy and kindness. they were loved. she ruled with an iron fist and a dauntless army ready to destroy. she killed the masses that dared to disagree with her. she was feared.
her revenge was finished. done.
she had everything she could ever dream of. with her shiny glass crown on her head and a gold dripped throne to sit on.
she was complete, she thought.
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القصة القصيرةin which a starstruck girl decides to chase after the heavens.
