Anna stormed off angrily, knowing she would get killed first.
It was a
𝘬𝓲ꪶꪶ𝓲ꪀᧁ ρꪖ𝘳𝓽ꪗ.
Max(well) got a knife, stuffed it in his pocket then ran with it.
Anna, disappointedly, ran to her husband and said:
"I DON'T LOVE YOU! KILL ME, PLEASE, I AM LETTING YOU!"
"If you really insist. First bring me a feather."
Anna shaked her head in agreement and rushed to the garden, picked off a feather of a pigeon; then rushed back.
"Here you go. Now PLEASE KILL ME! I AM BEGGING AND LETTING YOU!"
*gunshot*
Maxwell dragged the body to the witchery shop while chanting
"Mariel shall be mine FOREVER."
YOU ARE READING
the queen and her husband
Historical Fictionignore the "ongoing" even though I'm finished. it took a day to complete lolll
