oh how I love when you beg- she said as she sat down on her throne, she smiled with her red lips, her brown eyes looking at the man she once loved.
- you betrayed me, you used me, you abused me, you threw me aside. You thought I would always stay in your shadow but I grew up, and as I did I rose above and now I can finally get my revenge.- she got up, her red, silk gown sliding down on the stairs.
- I am sorry! - he screamed as she put a dagger on his neck. She frowned and pouted, then laughed.
- I know, but sorry won't save you because I am the Queen. A merciless, cold, ruthless queen of fire and fury. Vengeance is my goal. And I will get it.- she said as she slit his throat, he slowly bled out and as he did she watched him, with her intelligent brown eyes that showed no mercy only fury.
As he fell she walked up to her throne and sat down. She smiled. She was not pretty. She was beautifully terrifying and she knew it.
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