You attend his funeral, "crying" for the court to see.
You're smiling behind your black veil surrounded by graves and the rain that began the moment the king died.
But behind closed doors, you laugh to yourself and dance around your room reveling in your deception while the world believes you to be truly innocent.
You are finally free.
Free to do whatever you please.
Free to rule.
Hopefully, everyone will forget the deceased king soon.
The new ruler is here.
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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...
