I felt the cold metal of the knife against my neck. Fear coursed through me, but then, something else took its place. Anger. I was tired of being treated badly.
"Let me go!" I shouted, moving quickly to push the queen away.
She stumbled back against a table, surprise flashing across her face. No one had ever pushed her before.
I stood tall, feeling the fear drain away, replaced by a fierce determination. "I'm not a child!" I yelled. "You can't treat me like this!"
The queen got up, her face red with fury. "How dare you!" she screamed. "I am the queen!"
"I don't care if you're the queen," I said, my voice steady. "You're mean and cruel. I'm tired of it!"
The queen laughed, but it was a harsh, ugly sound. "You're nothing," she sneered. "Just a girl who got lucky. You don't belong her
