"Congratulations, my Queen. You have successfully traumatized the entire kingdom.”
Travis’s voice was laced with anger despite his sarcastic tone.
Selene didn’t respond.
She turned her back on the screaming Lord Percival, who was now collapsed in his own blood, clutching the ruin of himself like it might somehow be undone.
But there was no undoing it.
“You mad woman!”
Selene turned her head slightly as Lady Martha, Lord Percival’s wife, shrieked.
“You mad woman! You mad woman!” she screamed, sobbing and clutching her husband, her voice breaking as she fell to her knees beside him.
Selene didn’t look at her again.
She ascended the stairs to the throne. Her blood-red gown caught the morning sun filtering through the stained-glass windows, blazing like fire against her skin. Behind
