White Queen.

Sitting upon a thrown. Staring at all the loyal subjects. Hearing them chant my name. "Queen Aiden!" "Queen Aiden!" they scream. Such a world I live in. Such a life I'm given. Fame, Fortune, Power. But I do not take it for granteed. The town and it's people share in my fortune and I happily give them the freedom to do so. I shower in diamonds and bathe in gold. When I dine, I dine with sovereignty, and distinction. My diet consists of coin, and i am rather eager to feed my gullet. but alas even with all this treasure, i still feel emptiness. I have everything but still there is a void. To what end is this feeling. What must i own in order to cast this feeling away?. What is left to make mine, when everything tis already? Overwelmed by these thoughts and troubled that I do not have whatever it is that I truely want. Tis beginning to drive me mad..is thy fortune not the key to happiness? Woe is me, my purpose remains unclear. The path to joy still unseen. In the mist of my search for answers. I remove myself from the world for a moment. neglecting my duties and responsibilities. And isolating myself from my people, and drowning the burden in thy pool of coin. All of these peasants begin to question my authority and wether I am fit to rule. They quibble over my place on the thrown. I feel as though I'm losing my head. Quickly i become enraged with fury at their distrust and as their loyalness begins to fade. I rise from my chair as they whisper their insults and gossip into each others ear. "Listen All!" I yell. "I am queen, I am the ruler. No one will question my authority, and cast a shadow of distrust in my wake." I speak these words with my tongue as I stare at every last soul sitting among me. They all become silent and slowly regret they ever spoke a word. Wishing they could take back their silenced sentences. As one person. nay, one f*****g little undisciplined man still mocks me, right in front of my face. Without hesitation I smite him. Then I sentence him for his actions. I must prove point. i Am the queen and they will obey my command. "I sentence this man to death, by decapitation" I demand. The guards seize and whisk him away without question. I have proven my authority, and I've stucken fear into these peasants. No longer will they love me out of respect. From this day on, they will love me in fear. His wife and child watch as his head rolls through the crowd. That emptiness that I felt, that void that consumed me, is beginning to become filled. This must have been what I have been missing. Leadership. To rule with an iron fist. To be treated like a true Queen, not as an equal but as something much more. Put above everyone else in every aspect. This is were I belong. And this isn't the last of my reign. I walk outside to meet my new persona as one of my subjects quickly unrolls a carpet in front of my feet. Dressed in white, i proceed to my thrown. Loyals and followers kiss my feet and polish my rings. I shall only wear jewelry if it is shined to perfection. My gold shall all be like myself, Perfection. Because I am Queen, the White Queen as they're beginning to call me. A name to which I am becoming acustom to.