82 Stabbed in the heart

The maid did not have a choice even if she wished she did she didn't, she was just like a small ant that could be crushed at any time but she hoped that before dying she would be able to make good use of her life and bite the Queen so hard that she will remember her for a very long time. 

With the sword against her shoulder, she pushed herself off the ground and then stood up. Her entire body was shivering like a leaf in a storm and her eyes were red, she looked like a pitiful rabbit in front of the Queen who was staring at her with a blank and bored look like she wasn't holding a sword against the neck of a maid.