You examine your dagger, that your lover once gave as a gift, which you just used against him, which is now soaking in his blood.
You clean it free of its blood, music creeping around the corners from the ball, where everyone was laughing and dancing, oblivious to it all.
You smirk.
"Well, I guess all hail me..."
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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...
