The Knife's Case

Prolouge

I wasn't born to be loved. I was born to kill. I was born so that another person will die. My father says, if you are not beautiful, you will not fulfill your task. Before I was born my father who was handsome, searched for beautiful young women to have a child with. He found her, and her beauty was without compare. Her hair was like golden fields of dry grass, and her eyes were the color of an angry storm. Her skin was as soft white silk. Only a painting remains of her: a painting of the past. She was killed when I was six. I was seven years old when my father told me I would get revenge of the man who killed my mother. Back then, I remember him saying that if I did what he told me, He would give me a castle, and promised revenge. He told me that one day I would be queen, and I learned to love revenge. But he never told me what I would do to the king, until now. I was born to kill. "Do not worry, my child" He calmly spoke, "One day you will be queen of the land. You will help heal the people."