Chaos created her

The cold morning mist carried an ominous aura around the Queen. The direful sentiment that they felt was something beyond all meaningless words.  Nothing but the demanding clicking of her shoes could be heard as everyone held their uncertain breath. She walked past the bones of long forgotten people in a manner known only to those who suffered from her barbarous, yet in a way deserved, crimes. A dreaded satisfaction seemed to be the only emotion she felt in a while.

Elegant chaos covered her from head to toe, creating the foundation of the massacre she brought upon the world. She truly was a masterpiece.

 

Before today, she was known but never seen.

After today, she was seen and never forgotten. 

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“It’s done, Your Highness. You’ve finally paid for the last of your sins.” Her velvet voice echoed through the bloody hall as she emotionlessly looked down upon the King that was once her husband but now, nothing more than another body with torn apart flesh and broken bones.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                 

 

Author's Note

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[SheIsMe]

I'm intrigued and want to read more. I find myself wondering what exactly she did either directly or indirectly.