Queen Avise set her ice blue eyes on the
girl in front of her.
"How old?" She asked tiredly
from her throne.
"Sixteen, ma'am." One of
the knights holding her down answered.
She tapped her finger against her chin
and thought. How would this one die? Lately she all seemed to
be sentencing them to public hanging, and in all honesty it was
getting quite boring. No sight for her. No
blood.
"How should we murder this one,
Alexx?" She asked, turning to her brother who was standing
near by.
"And don't bore me. Be
original." She added in a slow, deep
tone.
"We could have the knights behead
her and spill her blood on her village's streets. She
wasn't good at all." He responded, smirking slightly
through his warrior tanned face.
That was the deal that they made so long
ago, the night she murdered the king and assumed her throne of
Queen of the kingdom. She'd have all the pretty girls in
the kingdom murdered, and rule the world, he'd do with the
girls what he pleased first and get an unlimited supply of
food. It really was so easy to please the boy, she thought. And
it's a good thing too, because killing her brother would
be, well, some how unfortunate, as he proved loyal to her all
her life.
"I like it." Avise decided
finally, setting her eyes on the strawberry blonde with small
hazel eyes.
"The beheading is ordinary but the
blood on the village gives it a twist, I am pleased,
Alexx." She adressed him with eye contact, as she did with
everybody.
Eye contact gave her power, and power
was a very good thing.
The blonde squirmed in the knights'
grasp, kicking and pleading and, as they always did, looking at
Alexx.
"How could you let her do this to
me?!?! Stop her!!" She screamed at him, hurt, fear, and
confusion twisting into one big emotion on her
face.
Ahh, Alexx, he always toyed with them,
he was always the heart breaker.
"Can't hear you." He
smirked, walking away, dissapearing as he always did at this
hour.
What the Queen didn't know, what
would have killed her, is where he wandered off to every day at
three. Though his hour of absence never drew her attention or
curiosity, the provided information would enrage her, make her
eyebrows dart upwards and her forehead crivel into three
enraged lines, causing wrinkles on her face she did all to much
to avoid. It's a funny thing, how close they were, how
close she imagined that they were, and here he was sneaking off
to see the girl she so long ago banished, the one that he had
saved from the worst death they had conquered, the beautiful,
alluring, intriguing young princess.
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Auralee · 1 decade ago
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more!(: