"You can't be serious!" She scoffs.
"I'm dead serious, my lady. I can't risk you going anywhere else."
She stands taller. "Julian, I am the queen of your country and I will not stand for this treachery! You will release me at once!"
Queen Marilyn has been shouting through the iron squares for an hour now. I'm not sure if I can take it much longer.
"Marilyn, calm down! It's only for another hour. You can handle yourself," I say.
"I will not be handled! I'm not a haybale in need of moving whenever it's convenient for someone else. I am a queen, Julian! Your queen, nonetheless! Julian, listen to me."
"I am listening, my lady."
"Sure. I'll believe that when you let me out of here."
"You know I can't do that."
She grumbles.
"Look," I say, "if I let you out I could lose my head and the King could lose so much worse. His wife. I'm sorry, Marilyn, but I cannot help you."
"But Julie.." I can hear her pout.
"No. I simply will not have it, Queen Marilyn."
"You needn't call me that, Julian."
"But I will. Because you are the queen of my country and the second Queen is not heard before your name you lose power. Power over me. Power over anyone else and you can't have that, now can you. Queen Marilyn will suffice."
You can hear how hard she rolls her eyes. I smirk.
"You're only quiet because you know I'm right, Your Majesty."
"I don't need to hear another word out of you, Julian."
"Fine then."
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Flash Fiction
General Fictionthese are just the random dramatic scenes that flitter through my head sometimes. if you ever want to hear continuations of the story, please comment! I would be happy to.
