My exquisite gown coated with his blood, I lifted the heavy crown nimbly off of his bent head as if plucking a pretty flower I had only just noticed.
I twirled and danced while I placed the gleaming crown on my hair and bowed to his Royal Highness.
"To the blind fool who couldn't live to see another day. Parting is such sweet sorrow."
Ascending to the throne, the sounds of war as my chorus, I took my place as the rightful ruler.
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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...
