When Lexa was a girl, her mother commanded her to dream. "Dream" she said, "Because no person shall be able to contain your thoughts." Her father was rarely ever around, working the mines far away from their modest home. But he was always a bit more honest. "Dream, my daughter," he would say, "for the life you make in your head will always be better than the one you have received." So for the love of her Parents, Lexa did dream. When she was six she dreamed of her life as a princess, how she would have the finest dresses and the finest of manners and the finest of company. When she was ten she dreamed of the throne that she would sit on. It would be bathed in rose gold, and it would be for her. Only for her. And when she was sixteen, she still dreamed of that palace. She still dreamed of the prince that awaited her. She still dreamed of that throne. But this time, the throne would be bathed in blood instead of gold. And All of it would be for her. This is not the story of a sweet, innocent princess to be. This is the story of a bloodthirsty, malicious queen. One that's willing to do anything- break anything- to get what she wants. Even if that means her own heart.
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