"The King is Dead!" The footmen announced frantically in the hallways of the castle and you're in your room, washing off the dried blood with a wet cloth.
You see the white woven sheet being slowly tinted red while the water turns murky.
Deep.
Dark.
Red.
You've never really learned to love the color of blood until now.
A small smile escapes your lips.
Finally, the reign is yours.
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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...
