Prologue

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Everything comes with a price, the price of my freedom was the death of my family. If someone had told me, they wouldn't be dead, I would have sacrificed myself for them any day. It doesn't matter anymore though, they are dead, the sad thing is, I am not really free. I am stuck ruling a kingdom I care nothing about, surrounded by people who I couldn't care less about, but here I am.

I sit on my throne day in, day out, listening to my so called "loyal" court bicker over everyday mundane problems, or conspire to over throw the neighbouring kingdoms, until I loose my cool and yell at them to shut up. My problems are bigger then theirs, I am the queen of a kingdom I didn't even know existed until a month ago ,for crying out loud! I lost the only family I had ever known. In a room full of people, I am truly alone.

"Everything comes with a price, Kris, remember that"

The only words my real mother had ever spoken to me were a warning, a warning I didn't even listen to. I didn't even listen to the women who gave birth to me. I failed everyone. While I might have the freedom to do whatever I want, I don't really have freedom. I will never be free from the what ifs, I will never be free from my own consciousness, for I have failed and I will forever feel guilty, and forever is a very long time.

All I am is a void of anger, a nobody, a failure, yet still there are people around me who look to me to lead, a whole damn kingdom looks to me to lead. I can't fail again, to much is at stake. It's up to me to bottle all these feelings, doubts and worries up. It's up to me to save my kingdom whether I like it or not because I am the only one powerful enough who can.

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