She blankly stared at the bright red rose in her hand , she didn't flinch when the throne pricked her finger , She only watched at the small blob of blood rise to the surface of her skin . She wiped her finger over the her pure white gown not caring about the stain . She continued cutting more flowers binding them together finally standing up from the garden .
Her eyes stared across the gate of the old cottage , expecting her king to walk through . He didn't come the next day as the old women told her . He did not come at all.
She thought she deserved it , she was the cause of death which came over innocent lives . She did not deserve to be the queen .She did not feel worthy anymore . She stared at the ring and tears started rolling down her cheeks heavy. She could only sob between the
