The gods have long stopped watching us. They no longer listen to prayers or cries for help. A woman stood on the edge of a cliff thinking just that. She looked out to the sea of houses and the castle in the distance. The entire kingdom falling apart at the hands of a king who sat on a throne that was not rightfully his. Her violet eyes scanned the buildings that were burned down. The ones that still stood but were too run down due to the poverty that struck them all. Then she glanced to the castle so dark and isolated. “Princess,” A man said from behind her. Turning those sharp eyes to the dark haired male the woman dressed in a black cloak and fighting leathers smiled smugly and he smiled back. She pulled the hood over her long blonde hair and walked passed the man and for a moment, she hesitated.
“Raphael…I believe tonight a kingdom will fall then rise again.” She said before mounting the white stallion. She gripped the rains and turned the horse her companion following suit with his brown mare. They traveled through the forest with only the sound of hoof beats surrounding them. That is until the princess brought her stallion to a halt and held her hand up to stop Raphael. The man stayed quiet as the woman then stood on top of the saddle and climbed up into a tree and looked out onto the path that leads to the castle and there in an expensive carriage sat a nobleman who was just as much a part of the problem as the king. She moved quickly through the treetops like a cat silent and deadly before judging her odds at success. With a vicious grin, she pulled a dagger and waited a long moment twisting the blade between her fingers. The metal glinted due to the sun and she saw her reflection within the blade. The violet eyes of the woman returned to the carriage before she let the dagger fly through the air and straight through the open window. None of the men guarding it even noticed but she knew she hit her mark.
When she returned to her companion, she dropped onto her horses back and the pair continued in silence towards the shadow-filled castle. Raphael wanted to say many things. His princess had changed so much from when she was a child. From when her father was killed by the current king, her own cousin. Raphael knew there was nothing he could say to ease the pain that the princess felt knowing she would soon kill her own kin. Therefore, with that knowledge, he stayed silent until they reached the castle leaving their horses behind as the skilled pair snuck onto castle grounds.
Today was King Williams wedding and the princess planned to make it a memorable one. She watched the nobles walk in wearing fancy jewels and clothing. She stayed hidden in the shadows of the room having perfected the task of being invisible. She watched as the high priest talked of the matrimony between the king and his bride. The gods won’t be able to save him…it’s all an illusion. She smirked at her thoughts and waited as the king stood to stand in front of his throne and waited for the bride to walk down the aisle, but he would not be alive to see it. He stood looking at his subject and as his eyes drifted to the isle the woman in black stepped into view as she pulled her hood down. The king's eyes widened in horror.
He had made the kingdom believe that all lines of royal blood died in an accident, her being here changed everything and he knew it. “Surprised to see me, cousin?” The princess asked with a cold smile. On instinct he pulled a sword from a castle guard and held it up “stay back!” he yelled but she only took calming slow steps forward. A guard came at her from the side and with a flick of her wrist a blade sored through the air pinning him to the wall “tsk tsk tsk…this is between me and him…” she scolded before spinning another blade through her fingers.
The king stepped back afraid of the woman in front of him as she then let the dagger fly through the air piercing him right through the heart as he slumped to the ground. She walked forward and kicked the sword out of his reach as he slowly died “it really is such a shame…I wanted to make you suffer” she said as the light faded through his eyes. She turned and faced the crowd of shocked nobles and sat on the throne that was rightfully hers. Every person in the room bowed their heads scared to protest. The forgotten princess had taken over and was now queen. Now the world belongs to me. Were her final thoughts as her trusted friend stood beside her throne and she looked out at the world she was determined to fix.