The throne room was abandoned. Deserted by everyone except three. These mighty soldiers were the last of their kind left standing. The last reminder that this kingdom was corrupted.
"Holt," yelled one of the guards and I wondered on how many occasions did that actually work.
"No." My answer was simple and sweet, yet full of danger.
The men charged and I could see in their eyes that they knew they weren't going to survive this. This is what our dictator does turn brave men into toys with wishes only to be commanded and force them to abandon all rational thought. I had made their death painless.
My twin daggers swung, chopping the men down and ending their existence. My white galore dress swam over the crimson liquid but stopped just before I entered the room. The blood of the last soldiers stained the marble floor in front of me. It flowed around creating a hola of death emphasizing my purpose.
"Who are you," the distain in the king's voice was audible. I'd save this moment for the rest of my life, but unfortunately, some undead castle dweller could find us at any moment so I had to do this fast.
"I am rather offended that you don't know who I am." I played a mocking smile on my face. "Seeming that you tried to kill me." But not too fast, where would be the fun in that.
"I killed a lot of people, girl, you're not that special." The word "girl" hung between us, he had made a mistake using that word and he knew it.
"I don't appreciate that tone, dear beloved," I mastered the mocking look of offenses. I watched the realization flicker across his face.
"You're not the princess of Orman." Although the strength of his words lacked its confidence.
"Oh but I am." I played the part of an assassin princess well and his searching eyes couldn't read my tall tales. Some king if he couldn't tell if someone was lying or not. He must be laughable in his court made from promises and carved with lies."I was rather offended when you tried to kill me. And here I was thinking we could rule the world together.'' The sing-song expression made an entrance on my face that mocked his high self ranked ego.
"You do know that it is illegal to kill someone don't you, especially when they are royalty?" the mock brow borrowed through my face.
"It's called regicide, sweetheart." He rolled his 'r' with a flare of importance.
"I've come to return the favor." The flash of fear licked his smugness away but replaced it with the sound of hysterical laughter.
"You can't kill me, you're a girl." The laughter rolled around the room but still, I held my ground. Pure hatred filled my lungs. Pure disgust filled my lungs.
I projected my voice around the room. "Of course I can kill you. I've been training to do it for years." Doubt was now wholly visible on the king's face.
"But you can't.." stuttered the king. "If you kill me our kingdoms will go to war and you will be executed. Do you really want to kill those people so you can get revenge on me?"His voice wobbled along with his legs.
"Yes." My smile was a thriving pit of starving snakes.
The king could see that his plan had backfired. "But..but you can't." Fear plays it's hand in his sentence, making it projection weak, like the man before me.
I couldn't help death's smile on my face as I stated my words. "It's called regicide, sweetheart."
The rhythmic sound of the heels of my elaborate shoe echoed around the empty, lifeless room. The king stood with his hands in fists, and with his arrogance and ego in flame. This mighty king, this powerful man, this boy nothing more than a weak, pathetic child that had a crown to make him look better. This was the monster of every child's dreams.
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The Nameless Queen
Ficção HistóricaAn Assassin with an abusive caretaker and forcefully forgotten childhood is hired by an unknown man to kill the princess of the neighbouring country. She's wrapped up in a game of kingdoms and revolution. Old jobs are in the open and friends are fou...