By my royal might, he dies for his infidelity.
|A majestic glow lights the way for them, and I am left standing in the dusty haze created by the hooves of the galloping stallions. I am, indeed, reaping what I so carelessly sowed with my selfish ruling.
The very essence of my being -my love- is, at this moment, being hauled to the guillotine. By sunrise, he will be but a memory. This is my egotistical way of balancing the scales of infidelity. My power overtook me, and now he will pay with his life.
As tidbits of time propel into eternity, I mourn. I settle in the Garden but fail to see the kaleidoscopic splendor that springtime buds elicit.
The bell tolls. It's an eerie, eerie sound, and I know that by my regal hand, a man has lost his existence.
Note: Written for Stormy's contest.
This First-Person character is a Queen.