Queen Raeanne

The light can become dark.

A hunter can be hunted.

The innocent can be guilty.

The powerful can become powerless.

The strong can become weak.

A hero can fall.

Those are commonly known facts around the world. Things happen that can knock people down and drag them through the mud.

I swore I was never going to let that happen to me. I swore I would be the change this kingdom needed. Now I feel just like every king and queen before me.

My mother is a perfect example of everything I should not be. But am I too late to change my ways? What if I end up using her as an example and base my ideas off of what hers once were? What if I can not unlearn what she taught me?

I do not want to end up like my mother. I do not want my son to have no choice other than to eliminate me.

Sitting in the front row at my mother's closed casket funeral, I stare at the floor and the floor only. I do not want anyone to see my face. Mostly because I do not want them to know that I am not the least bit upset. I'm sure it will hit me later that my mother is dead but for now, I feel nothing.

The thirty select people I invited are crying around me but I just feel dead inside. I feel numb.

I just want this to be over so I can get back to business. I have a lot to do. I drown out the priest as he speaks of my mother and her reign. I do not want to hear his kind words about a monstrous woman.

Suddenly, everyone stands up around me. I stand up as well, noting that their sudden movements must mean that the ceremony is over.

I nod and smile as everyone tells me they are sorry for my loss. I know they all know what I have done. There is no hiding the murder of my mother. I have heard the rumors swirling around the castle just in a few hours.

Yet everyone seems to be very concerned with my wellbeing after her sudden death.

They all quickly clear out and soon enough, the room is empty. It is just me and my mother now. Alone.

Without looking back at my mother's casket, I leave the room after a few brief moments of pure silence and begin walking back to my chambers.

The guards posted outside open my chamber doors when they see I am on my way inside. They shut the doors behind me to leave me to my thoughts. I stand still for a moment, staring at my empty bed.

The empty bed is a metaphor for my empty heart. Nothing fills the bed just as nothing can fill the void in my heart. I need to somehow fill it but I will never know how.

I am a queen. I can get anything in the world that I want and yet I still feel as though I have nothing. How does one fill a void in their heart when everything they have is lost?

My father: dead
My brother: dead
My husband: dead
My mother: dead
Everyone I love: dead

Except for Michael. I need to go see him. I need to feel something. I need him to help me.

He will make me feel something.

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