Burning Out

Chapter 16

THE QUEEN

"She's a queen
Her soul is royalty" - Adrian Michael

After all, we all know. A King is nothing without his Queen.

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Misunderstood. Taken as someone she isn't.
She lives in the shadows, her worth lost amidst the power and her power lost amidst her worth.
And I'm middle of it all, the whispers of the subjects, the people.
Her people.
But are they?
They bow down to the King, hold him on the highest pedestal, while she stands in the corner, watching. With those dark almond eyes and the curve of her lips she is fighting to hide.
They may be at par. They may be equal. And the difference that makes it all in their world is one that they fail to understand.
She doesn't belong to him.
She belongs with him.
Shadows aren't trapping her.
Her own kingdom is.
How does it happen that shackles around her wrists are the ones presented by the noble advisors in the form of beautiful golden jewellery.
The crown looks magnificent. Majestic. The beautiful intricate webs of golden and delicate studs of diamonds and ruby.
The darkest of gems and the darkest of intentions lying right on top of her head.
The delicate night gowns.
Silk lapels covering her curvaceous body.
Dark in colour, blood red.
The same colour furnishing the bodies of the corpses she has left in her wake.
The maroon-ish lipstick bordering right on pure black, framing her next to perfect hair and a complexion as dark as caramel and sometimes lush gold.
Her almond eyes following the movements of every single person around her.

She's as lethal as she is beautiful.
They mistake her as a blend between the delicate violets found right in the middle of the gardens.
But they are wrong.
She is a court of roses. Full of thorns, more so than the petals, and they adorn her body, protecting her from others.
But her kingdom is first to turn.
She is the most danger around those who give her this crown, the power, and the ones responsible for the veins in her body.
She is a Warrior.
Born from the blood of the most powerful in the universe. If not in their minds, then at heart.
She doesn't need to pull her gleaming sword from the sheath to decapitate her enemies.
Her power and her wit is enough.
But that doesn't mean she can't.
She may have the royal blood soaring through her veins the moment she took her first breath.
Or she may have started from the very beginning, right at the shoes, the dirt on the earth, to reach for the beautiful stars as she took in the breath or her new life.
She doesn't need a crown, or expensive dresses to define herself.
She doesn't need to wear heavy ornaments to know she is golden.
She doesn't need to live in the shadows to shine brighter than the never ending sky. She doesn't need anyone for her to be who she is.
Because her actions scream even when she's silent and her devious darkness is enough to bring the whole world down on their knees, right at her feet.
She is the One not in the name or a title but in the little things she does.
Whether good or bad, there is no lie and no changing it. Just like in the game of chess, the queen is the most powerful. The strongest. The resilient.
She has the most moves and the power to destroy everything in her path.
Because it's a given.
A King is nothing without this Queen
And if she wants she can bring them all down on their knees.
Because the Queen bows down to no one.
And she isn't going to start now.

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And there it is ladies and gentlemen. The Queen. Hope you guys liked it. Don't forget to drop a star if you did and tell me what you think.

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