Always been, love

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He is angry.

Angry that his brother got the throne.

Angry at his mother for letting it happen.

He marches towards his mother and grabs her by the arm.

"Sweet dreams, mother."

He lets his dagger slit through her throat and she dies instantly, falling to the floor like a marionette whose strings were cut.

You gasp in shock. "You are evil."

He sits on the throne gingerly, an air of victory around him.

He looks at you dead straight and chuckles lightly. 

"Always been, love."

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