She let her hands rest lightly on the arm rests of the throne. It was an uncomfortable thing, but it sure did look regal. She nudged the previous occupant a bit further to the side with her foot so she could stretch out her legs.
Now this, this was all she had ever wanted, all she had ever worked for. As she surveyed the guards that now bowed before her, she couldn't help but smile. It all felt so right.
"As my first act as a queen, I'll have it be known that this country is now a queendom, not a kingdom. I have no use for that term."
A/N: Inspired by the song "A Little Wicked" by Valerie Broussard.
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Tiny Stories Part 2
Short StoryMy second collection of microfiction, sometimes dealing with the mundane, but mostly dealing with the magical. Unlike the first collection, the stories in this one are based on inktober prompts.
