With a smile on my face, I bowed before the king. He trusts me. I'm his right hand, after all. But a fire burned deep inside my soul. I know why I have this feeling; I wish to sit upon the throne. To be bowed to. Many people in this kingdom want to become King or Queen, but I have the means and knowledge to actually rule this place. I don't want to have the throne so I can kill my enemies without repercussions.
I already do that.
One day I will sit upon the golden throne. I will no longer bow to anyone. I will command people and they will listen without hesitation. Slowly, I rose and walked up the steps next to the throne, standing beside the king. Soon. Soon I will be the one sitting on the throne and, he will be bowing to me.
**Man has it been a LONG time since I posted on here. Well I'm back and I plan to post more. Thanks to the people who still read my random stupid stories when I post them!**
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Fiction généraleThe right hand of the King has finally gotten within arms reach of the crown, the throne and holding all the power of the kingdom in his hands, that he can taste it.
