The serial killer's weakness

Her pulse thrummed at the speed of a frightened rabbit, blue veins interlocking like branches on an old tree. Her face was fading to an ice blue and I suddenly found myself liking the colour. My hand felt huge in comparison to her small neck, if I applied too much pressure it would snap like a twig. Despite the danger...

Victoria

They will suffer under my hands. Blood will be shed and bodies will drop dead. They tried to rid me of my thrown by killing me but they just gave me another reason to end everything that empire stands for.