My eyes trained on the ceiling I try to fight the weight burning my mind. Fighting for freedom as little as moving a finger but despite all my efforts the weight remain unyielding as when it first appeared. I've only been free once since that day even then for a few moments just enough to banish my sister. Even if I manage to free myself from this weight she'll probably never forgive me she's spent her whole life making this place better and it's been ruined in a few days. She would've made a much better ruler.

The door to the throne room opens and my head snaps towards it on it's own accord. One of my soldiers walks in looking scared but he stands tall his eyes focused on the wall behind me. He looks no older than 16, Anastasia's age I think wincing.

"Sir, there's been rumors of a group using an old guardhouse as meeting place hoping to overthrow you and bring back your sister" he says his voice unwavering despite the fear in his sage green eyes. I suddenly struggle against the force again knowing its next words. Hard as I try I succumb under its control once again.
"Burn it." My mouth says as coldly as the weight feels in my mind.
"And-d the people" the soldier stutters.
"Isn't it obvious trap them inside"