

Queen Dmitri [f] /// King Solis [m]
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Part One } }
As she stepped into the throne room at 12:01 a.m., exactly, her eyes were immediately drawn to the large chair in the center. It always caught your eye--most people didn't even see the smaller, less glamorous chair to the left of it.
That was her chair.
Her small, annoying, lesser kind chair. And it will always be her's.
"What are you doing here, so late, so late at night, dear?" He was trying to sound poetic. "I wish to know of your arcane."
Dmitri sighed and turned around. "I was just thinking, dear King, that is all."
"I would like to think with you, m'lady. Shall we take our respective seats?"
She offered a shallow nod before slumming to her small, lesser kind chair. Her eyes sagged towards the window that gave a crisp view of the castle courtyard, where she caught a glitz of sea green eyes. But she didn't say a word. She didn't say a word. Dmitri leaned back in her chair, and allowed her eyes to shut. Desperately did she want to be in a deep slumber; she wanted to be innocent.
"Thinking is so royal, wouldn't you say?" He bellowed. "Those peasants haven't a clue what it's like to have thoughts barricade their beings."
"I wouldn't be so sure." Her violet eyes caught his quickly upon opening. "I wouldn't."
"Why? I am the
King; I have every damn right to be sure that every person below me is stupid." A cold glare. "And that, my dearest Queen, could even venture as close to include
you."
She turned away in her chair, closing her lids to seal in the tears. They still seeped through. No noise was heard thus far, and she couldn't help but think that the man with the green eyes wasn't going to save her after all- he wouldn't murder her or the King. It was time that a woman held a position of power here anyways.
A shriek. A king's shriek.
"P-Put that weapon down immediately!"
Her eyes tore open and they shot to the door of the castle. It was a young woman, actually, with cropped hair and eyeliner like a cat's.
"I have no such desire to drop this," she teased, eyes playing seductive. "it's time you went the way of my father... The peasent you killed? Hm, I thought you might have no remembrance for him... But I'll let you live, dear King Solis, on one condition." The voice went from extremely feminine to a throaty, silky male voice throughout the sentence. This boy knew how to play suspension. "Sign this document and make me the king."
"J-Just drop the weapon, and I'll sign it...!" The King thought he could just get his guards to reverse it- or better yet- just kill the fiend. How wrong he was. How wrong. The boy crept over and thrust the papers in the King's face, but the Queen was trying her best to hide a smile. Solis signed it with the correct hand and in the correct manner, just like a doof.
The lanky male laughed. "Thanks dear, but I am quite afraid that I'm still going to have to murder you."
And so the deed was done.
"Queen Dmitri, I assume this is alright with you? I know of your frequent demise for this man..." The silly kid laughed again. "But I need to be in power. I'm so sorry that a blade must come so close to such a pretty face, but it must be done. Say hello to my father for me?"