Iron Queen | On Hold Temporarily
Being third in line for the throne, and the only woman among her two siblings, meant that Everilda would never be able to see the view of the kingdom from the seat of the pyrite throne in her lifetime.
She was constantly told growing up by her parents and brothers, that women could never be effective leaders. A Queen was nothing without a King. Everilda would be nothing.
Bitterness wasn't born. Hatred wasn't born. Ruthlessness wasn't born. It was planted, like a seed. A poisoned seed, that twisted and coiled within her until her family had created a toxic being that could melt stone.
But Everilda didn't want a pyrite throne, pyrite was too weak, too brittle. She would build her throne and her crown out of iron, as to be always protected and untouchable. For one could easily play in the game of the courts if others did not know they were a participating player. Until everyone else in their way would be stripped away, and it was too late to do anything other than obey the usurper of the game, or face the consequences of going against a being so bitter, so ruthless, so twisted and poisoned as Everilda was.
A King was nothing without a Queen. And in this story, Kings would become nothing due to the actions of one Queen. For a Queen would always be a Kings undoing.
#654 IN SHORT STORY (8/11/2017)
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