Queen Beatrice stared at the self made woman before her. Oh, all the perils and troubles that it took to get her were she was. So how could she let some ‘little’ homeless girl take it from her. She was Queen, and she would be Queen until her last breathe. She will be sitting on the throne when the last breathe leaves that imposters mouth.   A soft knock on her door averted her attention from herself. “Enter,” she said softly.   The door slowly opened as her most loyal servant entered the room.   “Symon, its so lovely to see you. Come a little closer,” the Queen said joyfully, raising from her seat and ushering the boy who stood shyly by the door.   In her presence he was instantly a little kid. She was his role model and an excellent mother figure compared to his ‘weak’ mother as he liked to say that died to bring him into the world. The man that had come of age for too long ago, blushed as he steppe

Trix patted down her dress nervously as she walked back into the ballroom, fully aware of her environment. She could feel the eyes of her opponents on her as well as the beading eyes of the guards. She raised her chin as she approached Tristan and the half drunk princess. She dipped into a curtsy and smiled as she reached them.   “All is well I hope,” she said but was ignored when a tall rugged looking gentleman intervene.   “Your highness, I wish to extend my gratitude to you for your lovely invitation to the this marvelous celebration,” Trix refused to roll her eyes at the obvious displeasure his voice held.   Rexus was Sapphire born and despised Crimsons. More importantly he was a cold blooded killer, who took pride in his kill. The Crimson Princess and a few Crimson Knights would surely boost his fame and the stench of fear that would go well with his name.   He gently took the princess’s soft ha

Have you ever fallen asleep in a car and woke up in a bed? It was quiet the far opposite in Trix's case, wherein she fell asleep on the smooth, visually clean table of a diner and woke up with a face full of mud. Heavy rain droplets beaten down on her body which was covered by a soaked cloak and the mud around her, splashing a lot of muck on her. She raised her head completely blinded by the mud. Raising her hands to her face and dragging her elbows through the mud she managed to clear her eyesight. She wanted to scream so badly at the sight of tall pine trees looking over her, but didn't want a mouth full of mud. She raised up, on all fours and then sat on her heels. She stared up at the dark sky, hoping for the rain to wash her face but as if by a sick joke; the rain fall became minimal. She furrowed her brow and groaned, through her hood over her head and raising to her feet. She spotted her bag in the mud and grabbed it begrudgingly. She then turned and began trudging through