𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 (𝐁𝐖𝐖𝐌)

1♚

     𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐈𝐈

       𝐂𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐞, 𝐗𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐚 (𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐃𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐚) 

I stabbed my blade onto the wood table, the force waking up my royal cabinet. Speaking harshly in my native tongue, I greet them. "What a lovely day it'd be. The sun hasn't risen and yet here we are, all congregated. Together. Tied by fate and fatigue."

I sat in my seat at the end of the table. My mother, Queen Mother Aida, was seated directly across from me. Neither the length nor width of the table could shield the undeniable spite my mother had for me but in complete honesty, I do not care. The only thing keeping her from the execution block was her public persuasion.

"You realize the hour, Ameera?" She said face contorted, as beads of sweat rolled down the side of her face due to the proximity of the candle. I scoff and draw my sword, hopping atop my seat with one foot on the table. With my left eye closed, I extend my arm, wordlessly proposing a threat. "It's Your Majesty to you, Queen Mother." The men shifted uncomfortably in their seats, my laced stockings revealed to their hungry eyes.

Damned European clothing.

"Is there something you'd like to say?" Almost autonomously, they look to different objects. I scan the room for vulnerability and spot a diplomat from the around the Horn, his underarms drenched in perspiration. "You." I point with my sword, he about faints at the action. "Pray tell, is there something you like?"

I get off of the chair and walk behind him, my fingers lingering at his collarbone. "I'll excuse myself-" Queen Mother says, but I held up a finger silently telling her to abide by me. "W-well...well, you have very beautiful legs. The European fashions suit your body, Your Majesty." I squint my eyes and press further.

"Would you say better than current Xenecan fashions?" I ask. He nods profusely. I excuse the disrespect and exhale slowly, the fumes of his bodily odor becoming more apparent to me. I lower down to his ear level and whisper in a low, soothing voice, "What say you, dare it'd be only my corset and stockings?" His eyes darkened at the suggestion.

In what appeared to be relief of his anxiousness, he said, "The soil of this Earth has seen too much sin-" I plunged my dagger into his throat, one, two, three, four times, watching the blood sputter from the new exits of the red liquid. I enjoyed seeing the life leave his eyes, seeing that the investigation of who was addressing unimaginably lewd letters to I and the ladies of the court was no-more.

I wiped the excess blood on the fabrics of his shirt and continued to speak to the rest of the room. "As you all know, I have conquered many lands in my twenty-and-two years of life. My power reaches to the eastern reaches of the Orient to the western grasp of the Motherland. I have scathed many dynasties." They all slouched in their seats, ready to hear the news of another ordinary conquest, but this- this is the one that will have them contemplating to the heavens.

"Last night, a dream came to me. From God himself? I may never know. I saw myself on the lands of the Angles, seizing it. Our armies severing their sons and daughters. And then myself..." I stopped, my eyes closed and hands in the air, reliving the sublime dream I'd encountered. "Executing the Regent of Britain himself, Sir Caspian Coventry."

They gasp at my revelation. "You are absolutely your father's daughter, a blessed fool!" Queen Mother rises from her seat, attempting to intimidate me into subordination.

She must've thought I was her other children.

"Thoughts as such only come from the ill! You are psychotic!" I smile at her as I notice a candle's last flame wicked away, leaving a pool hot wax to cool. "Fetch me that taper candle, will you someone? It seems Queen Mother has stepped out of line."