"I trust you, my love. Take care of my kingdom."
The king pleads, kneeling. The queen could only scoff from her stance, looking at the crying weakling.
"My king, you do only strive in boredom." She smirks before yielding the kingdom's sword.
It signified success upon its ruler, its sturdy metal bringing many countries to their knees.
Ironically enough, the blade of the kingdom's ruler is to be used to end his own life.
There, it was pierced through his thick skull.
His blood oozed out with tiny splatters, and the hurrahs of commoners whose lives he had ended during his reign welcomed the queen.
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Boredom In The Kingdom (Poetry)
Poetry[HEAVY EDITING] Pondering royalty, sitting tight on their throne. August 25,2019 - December 12,2019 This book is intended for mature readers only, as it contains graphic scenes and inappropriate language. TW // sexual violence, homophobia, nudity...
