Plotting - Unknown

I am no one. I am everyone. And soon I will be Queen. Queen of a place that was never theirs to begin with. Queen of the place that he so unrightfully took. Walter, the boy king. His name brings our home disgrace. It brings me disgust.

"Arghhhhhhhhhh!"

"Hush now. Your suffering will end soon." My voice is cruel and hard, just the impression I want to give. I snap my fingers. My guards unbind the girl. They grab her under the arms and yank her upward. The third guard grabs her mouth and opens it, titling her head backward. I pick up a small vile of clear liquid. I open the lid and pour it down her throat. The guards drop her.

"What is your name?" I ask.

"Nina."

"What is your purpose?" I continue.

"To serve my master."

"Who is your master?" My voice seems to echo on the walls.

"You, my queen."

"What will happen if you disobey me?" My final question seems to send a shiver down her spine. It fills me with a deep satisfaction that I can't quite explain.

"I will die."

With that she stands up from where she lay at my feet. Her pupils begin to expand. The deep brown of her eyes, now gone. She bows her head, "I will succeed and make you proud master." I silence her and leave her to work, stepping out, and into the meadow of sunflowers. I am doing this for my people, for his people, for the people of my city.