"The king is dead!" A maid screams as she runs into you in the palace halls.
"You don't say? You wouldn't perhaps know what led to his mur- his death would you?" you ask while sneakily hiding the bloody knife you just used to kill your husband in your back pocket.
Days pass, and it's your coronation.
You stand above your citizens as their new ruler.
"The king is no more! No longer shall our people be subjected to the cruelty of a tyrant!"
The people cheer, unaware that you might just be worse than the king.
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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...
