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Born in the coldest day of the coldest winter, she was icy, the queen of her own world. Dressed in royal black with her tempting lips curved in a sarcastic smirk, she sat in the throne. So high, untouchable, unreachable. Ferocious was her will, her temper untamed, nothing and no one seemed to affect her.

They hated her.

They loved her.

And so she ignored them, unfazed at their mortal concerns, until he came that is. He wasn't prince charming, oh no, but he came in armor that one, and pledged loyalty to her. I remember the scene perfectly, even tough I was small and naive back then. He walked confidently, tall and handsome, making my young heart flutter and my cheeks pink. His armor shone with the morning rays, when he kneed down to her and offered his heart, his soul, his life.

She touched his face with a long fair finger and that’s when everything went straight to hell. Damned that day and those that came, filled with parties and hunting trips. Damned those days for she laughed and danced, damned those nights for he showed her the stars. A fatidic moment when she knew happiness because it was the moment she became conditional and reliant of her knight. A moment forever cursed in my memory.

She became unstable; she became miserable, only happy when he was there, thing that happened less and less. I hated him, for turning our regal sovereign into a broken love sick doll. But she also became madder, angrier. Certain day, she called for him and he delayed, her, she just snapped.

“I am tired; I have lost it before even started. How far can I let myself down for you? I can not live in solicitude for ever, I am used to control and you are pushing it. Ha. It is sweet isn't it? Having someone wrapped around your pretty finger…” she raved, her fist shaking terribly “You come, disguised as a knight you come and fool me. I have fallen off my throne and I have tainted my crown with blood. I have dreamed with the redemption of your arms, with the things you promised me, things I lack…”

He didn’t even look at her, at the mess he had caused.

She broke then, her legs gave in and she stumbled down, crying even harder. “Things I still want…” she whispered to the floor, and buried her face in her arms.

“Who are you?” the knight asked coldly and her head jerked up, the sobs stopping at his harsh words “I vowed to a queen, but you are nothing. I see you in the floor, brooding, whining and you disgust me.” His features softened then, as he crouched. “Where is the strong, independent, witty imposing lass I knew?” he cupped her chin and closed the gap between them, an arm around her waist “Where is the girl I fell in love with?”

I thought he was going to kiss her, but a single sound was her answer. The slap echoed in the room, leaving us cold and uncomfortable. She pushed him away, and standing up she lifted her chin. “How dare you, to talk to me as we were equals!” her voice was sharp and icy, she was my queen once again.

Instinctively I dropped to my knees, and so did everyone. The knight just stood there, in an awkward position. She whipped around, leaving the words to die in his throat. “I have had enough of this charade. You will do as you are told; I am the Queen and you a mere servant.” She sat on her throne once again, crossed her long white legs and looked at him with a playfully evil smirk. “Now bow, servant.”

He walked up to her and bowed, his smirk mirroring hers.


This is a lesson to be learned.