The King's Queen |2|

Everything was dead. The trees, the leaves, the grass, the animals-everything. Her tomb laid in the middle of the destruction. The centre of the plague, the source of his madness. Her mind was reeling, trapped inside her weak body. She had no control over her senses, the only thing she knew of was a faint red glow...

Prisoner 409

"I am so sorry I'm late." My red woolly hair flopped onto my face and I huff, throwing my bag on the chair to put it up. I haven't noticed the prisoner yet as I pull down my black pencil skirt that stuck to my hips a little too tight due to the shrinkage in the washing machine. "This. . . is my therapist?" A deep mock...