He looked over at the princess with amusement, his steady hand holding a dagger to the unconscious king's throat, while the princess watched on hopelessly.
"Why are you doing this," she whispered. "You can stop this. It doesn't need to end this way," and she hesitantly held out her hand. "Come, love."
But he wasn't easily swayed. He laughed, slowly pressing the dagger to the king's throat, droplets of blood beginning to appear.
"You think I want your love? When I could have so much more?"
Her face fell. "What do you want?" she said quietly.
He laughed again. "The world."
"Why?" she asked, her voice dripping with hurt.
A mad grin appeared on his face. "The world is a mess, and I need to rule it."
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Collection Of Dark POVs. Vol. 2
Short StoryThe princess didn't regret killing her father, come to think of it, she didn't feel anything at all. Such a small price to pay for power...
