Prologue

"Did you really think you'll take the throne that easily?" The rough sound of a man scoffing resounded through the throne room, which was filled with dozens of people dressed in their regal robes and dresses showing no restraint in expressing their identity as nobility,

But what stood out in particular about these pompous-looking group was the thing they were holding in their hands, a dagger soiled with blood that dripped down the pristine white floor tainting it. Without any exception, every single one of them held a dagger in their hands.

They all had this crazed wide smile plastered across their face looking at the person kneeling amidst, whose body shivered with weakness faced with their creepy gaze.

The person looked delicate in appearance with luscious lengthy silver hair that sprawled across the pristine white floor as splashes of blood lingered here and there over her mane, her breathing was ragged, and struggled. Her palms can be seen tightly pressing against her abdomen while blood oozed out slowly and drenched her beautiful starry sapphire blue gown that glistened and shimmered royally adding to her beauty

As if responding to the question that resounded across the throne room, her body stopped shivering and came to a blaring halt, as a low chuckle escaped from her that only grew louder by each moment, garnering an unsatisfied reaction from all the nobles present, especially the one standing right in front of her who seemed to have posed the questioned before, he was a rough-looking middle-aged man clad in an outfit fashioned in all-gold and white as a wrathful expression colored his face hearing the chuckle enter his ears. With her chuckle soon turning into laughter that chimed through the throne room his anger grew visibly as it's apparent by his facial expression that hid very little.

The nobles reacted with him as they clenched the daggers held within their grasp in anger as sounds of teeth-gnashing in annoyance can be heard amidst the sounds of the chiming cheerful laughter.

The middle-aged man snapped wrathfully "Stop it! What's so funny? You whore!!"

Her laughter died down slowly without stopping right away as if to disregard his outburst, as she chuckled all the while and lifted her head gracefully and looked up to meet his wrathful gaze with a serene one of hers,

Faced with her gaze, for a moment he had trouble maintaining it and averted his eyes to check on his daggers tactfully.

As if sensing his show of weakness, a disdain-filled smile crept at the corners of her pursed lips; showing little restrain in expressing her contempt towards this man before her.

"You call me a whore, yet you ask me what's so funny? How laughable, if I'm a whore what should I call you traitorous sons of bitches, I think comparing you to livestock would be a shame upon them.

I'll have to hold a council meeting just to find suitable names for vile things… like y-yourself…" she struggled to finish her sentence by the end as she coughed up blood that dripped at the corner of her lips, but as if driven just by emotions she managed to speak her mind.

The nobles flared up with rage, as they talked amidst themselves loudly as if expressing their disbelief and resentment towards her actions.

Unfazed she chuckled witnessing their all too familiar behavior, as she looked at them with unrestrained disgust as if looking at mere bugs.

Not able to take this anymore and be gazed at like this, the Nobles roared like an angry mob and approached her with their daggers held ready.

While she looked at them with a fierce gaze, showing no fear.

One among the nobles, ran forward impatiently and stabbed right in her back and continued to do so manically, as more followed him and did their part in causing her pain, they stabbed incessantly.

Her starry blue sapphire dress soon turned red drenched in her fresh blood as if it was interfering in their work, one sliced open the beautiful garment and discarded it rendering her body naked with numerous stab wounds riddled all over her back with flesh ripped and bits of it stuck here and there as blood oozed from the wounds, her long silvery hair swayed over her back saving her some grace.

As if dissatisfied by this the middle-aged man, came forward and pulled a clump of her luscious locks deft in his hands and sliced through it closer to her scalp, they all laughed out and looked at the one who did it with appreciation as one of the noblewomen laughed with glee as if she was always jealous "His Excellency Salsorstian truly is one of a kind"

"Agreed" the rest of the mob cheered in unison with agreement to the women's statement, as they soon followed him and started slicing away at her hair, while she stayed silent not wincing and wailing out as they had imagined in their minds, which proved to fuel their displeasure further, making them hack away at her locks with fervor and anger while they laughed out gleefully at the humiliation they are making her go through.

They cut chunks and chunks of her hair as the silvery hair slowly rained down and littered down the floor, leaving her with an uneven, messy fuzz in place of her hair.

The man names Salsorstian laughed out looking at his work "Bring me a Clean blade, I'll see to it there's nothing left of her identity as a royal blood before we dispose of her" he exclaimed loudly almost jubilantly as a sharp glint passed over his dark eyes

Without much delay, one of the servants of the noble walked over and presented him with a sharp blade on a silver platter while bowing his head down. Salsorstian received the blade and examined its sharpness by looking closely as his face masked with wrinkled skin reflected over the blade, its edge gleaming threateningly.

With the loss of too much blood, her face was ghastly pale. Her life hanging by the thread as she struggled to keep her eyes open

Just then he walked closer to her held her head in place with a hand and placed the blade over her head with the other, quite close to the scalp, and started gliding the blade's edge over her head, scrapping away at what little hair she still had left, leaving behind pale tender scalp with no traces of her crowning glory, after a few more rough scrapping with the blade's sharp edge, she was left with no hair to speak of.

He rubbed his hands all over her bare head, relishing in the fact of what he has done to her and the power he felt at the moment, as he exclaimed "Haha, Not even qualified to be a whore anymore, much less a Queen.

Blame your father for naming you the Queen!

It's clear without a male heir to call his own, I was the next in line to succeed the throne! It's mine by right!! No one can take this away from me! No one. Much less a weak thing like you" he expressed his disdain for her

While a single drop of tear ran down her cheeks at the mention of her father, she truly felt broken at the moment, defenseless with no one to call for support like she was used to, with her father gone she was all alone.

Like the boundless ocean, rage swirled within her consuming her mind and body whole as she looked at her hands filled with blood and declared as if in trance "With the Heavens and the Earth as the witness, I swore to repay the wrong you have done me thousandfold in this life or the another, my soul shall not rest until then"

Hearing her declaration, Salsorstian felt a chill crawl down his spine. As if to hide that this very instant, he stammered out an order to dispose of her body somewhere far away from his sights and went on to sit in his Grand throne with a smile, feeling reassured with the sensation of the throne he smiled with glee and scoffed loudly "Princess Nila Alestor What a delirious woman"

The nobles expressed their agreement and laughed with him.

While her naked body, stripped even of her hair was dragged away by the servants, while the noble men and women alike smirked at the sight of her and continued with their celebration.

"Let's have a banquet tonight!" Salsorstian cried out joyously