Love Lock

Queen Kayani's Point of view “Blasted heavens! " How could another one of those bastards slip through us? I knew we should have hidden the Book of Redemption, but now those urchins are using it against us. How dare they prolong their miserable lives?! Don't they know that what's written in the Book of Life and Death is called a sacred book for a reason? “Relax honey", my husband tries to comfort me but I am not in the mood for his foolishness. What does he know about this? I warned him not to let them live another day, but now look at what's going on. “What's there to be relaxed about?! We are causing traffic in the afterlife. that vagabond of urchins refuse to die so now those to be reborn are packed like sardines at the gate of reincarnation. My mother put this in my hands, during her rule this never happened " “Calm down thing will be fine" “No, it will not; this is the 126th time this month someone has joined the kazi and avoided death. if this continues, those at the gate will make their way to Mezuli and join souls with others. it will be complete havoc" I end my rebuttal silencing my husband. “So now, how do we avoid that?" he asks me, rubbing my shoulders in an attempt to calm me down, but even with his soft touch, I can't seem to calm down. I will be the only queen to destroy the land. I will let everyone down but I can't; never. wait... “I think I know a way to put an end to the kazi," I say as a plan forms in my mind. I see my husband look at me eager to hear the rest of the plan. “Guard", I summon my guard, “Bring her out." “Are you sure, my queen?" he questioned me in a confused yet scared tone. he heard what I said, yet he decided to question me, I am a deity and a queen for that matter, and he questions me. I am too kind to my subjects, too kind that they have forgotten their place in society. “I won't repeat myself", I say and turn away, “she will join us for dinner. Tell Nayiri to make sure she looks presentable. I don't want a hag looking back at me" " I concluded and walked down the hallway. If she doesn't cooperate with this plan, we will surely lose to the kazi, and I might lose my throne. I need a plan B; no matter what, I have to stop this. A queen must always defend her throne. Yoselin's Point of view Day 364 of being locked in a dungeon by my mother. Tomorrow and it has been a year, quite the achievement if I do say so myself. I hope everything outside the dungeon is fine. I hope Mother is happily strolling down the halls and admiring her rose garden, the one she loved more than her daughter; I hope Father is solving puzzle games as always. I hope they are happy. After all, death is best felt with joy. it hurts more when you look back on all the fun times you had and the ones you wished to have. I want to see Mother's blood-filled tears roll down her Carmel skin as I pass a b****y knife through her heart; I want to hear her screams and dwell in her dark red blood, blood powerful enough to kill a human with merely a drop. My hatred must amaze you, right? trust me, I amaze myself every day. Well, I guess it was my life; I guess it was my fate; after all, I had been through, it's normal to turn out this way, but that's a story for another time. Right now, all I can do is continue to count my days in exile. That reminds me, I made two friends they are Kiara and Kiana; it seems like after all I went through, they were the only ones there for me. since day 1, they have been there. they brought me food when Mother refused to feed me in the dungeon to teach me a lesson. how funny, for someone born with a golden spoon in her mouth she sure loves to preach about independence and fending for one's self. She'd always say ‘solo work makes the dream work' instead of ‘teamwork makes the dream work.' in Mother's eyes, all you need is yourself. No man, maid, child, powers, slave, just you. I am sure if not for Grandmother, she wouldn't have gotten married or even have given birth to me. “open it up" “Are you sure?" “Queen's orders" I hear voices from outside my cell before I realize a bright light reflects on the cell wall, causing me to fall back. “Come on, get up." a guard pulls my arm, helping me to my feet. I walk up the spiral glass staircase. Every step fills me with joyful pain. the b****y scenes are fresh in my mind. Moons ago, I was brutally pushed down these very stairs. my head hitting the sharp edges, leaving scars that are still visible now, and all because of a woman who claims to be my mother. “She wants you dressed up to join them at the diner," my head maid, Nayiri, says as she escorts me into my room. I almost forgot the way my room looked. all the memories came rushing back to me; I rushed to my bedside table; my novel was just where I remembered. I carefully opened my case to see all my poems and books inside. Dusty but at least they were there. the sight of a silk cloth I used to wipe my blood stains was still under my pillow. blood stains are still evident. I clenched it in my fist, anger building inside me “My mother sends her regards. She has been waiting for you to come out. I wonder if you are her daughter or me", Nayiri says making my anger fade away. Her mother, Ms. Adiri was the only person who ever loved me. When Mother beat me, she would bandage me and when Mother would starve me, she would make sure I ate till I bloated. I have never felt the same love since she left. Mother kicked her out claiming she was useless to us due to old age. I still regret not telling her how much I loved her. I was too arrogant. I would always grunt at her love, but deep down, I was smiling with joy. I wish I had shown her the love she showed me before it was too late. Soon, I was ready to face my mother and the royal council. Faces I haven't seen after almost a year. You can do this, smile and enter I was trying to calm myself down before I enter Be polite I am going to be courteous I will show Mother how much I have changed. I will show her that I am grown enough to take over this land and grown enough to put an end to her and Father's good-for-nothing lives. I have got this in the bag I said my final words and pushed open the dining room doors prepared to face everyone. I could hear the disbelief amidst the crowd. I smiled and waved at them as politely as I could and occupied my seat on the left-hand side of Father, just across from Mother, who didn't even spare me a glance. “Wow. you look beautiful", my father compliments me as he looks at me. his compliments feel like empty words to me, words I wish I could shove down his throat.