[ WP ] You step into the throne room with weapon at the ready . The king eyes you with disdain as you draw near . He knows the end is near . His voice is solemn yet sad as his only words split the cold silence like a knife through the air , `` Why ? ''

The new queen slew the last defender to the throne room and stepped through the wide entryway trailing blood from her stained white dress amid a chorus of gasps from the King and his body guard. She had regicide on her mind, loathing in her eyes, and the dripping blood on her sword to mean it. 
 
 “ Kill the bitch! ” roared the king atop his throne his voice reverberating. 
 
 His loyal protector needed no urging. He stomped down from the dais in splendid full black plate his longsword drawn angling for his diminutive prey. 
 
 She didn ’ t stand her ground, instead rushed headlong as though a demoness possessed, her voice wailing like a banshee to meet his charge. The knight stopped, lifted his gleaming weapon readying a deadly blow. At that moment, time seemed to stand still as a pillar of moonlight streamed through the ornate stained glass window striking his blade in holy resplendence and sending shards of bright glory around the room. Surely the old gods were with him now thought the young handsome king as a smile crept upon his face. 
 
 The young queen did not slow her stride as the knight roared and rent the air with his blade in a perfect arc. She instead dropped and slid feet first on the polished marble floor made slick by the blood-soaked dress. The momentum transformed her into a blur as she slid between the knight ’ s legs and thrusted her small sword upward with all her might. It sunk to the hilt through a slit in his armor and choked off the man ’ s dying scream. The knight staggered forward, dropping his sword with a clatter, and crumpled with a discordant crash. Silence arose save for the king ’ s heart beat thundering in his ears. 
 
 The queen, a bloody sight ripped from hell, yanked her sword free, wiped away the gore on the only clean spot left on her formerly white dress, and walked to the throne all the while dragging her sword tip along the marble marking the occasion with an ominous screech. Her sword did n't need to be sharp any longer. 
 
 The king drew his royal dagger in a futile attempt brandishing it before her. The air whooshed and his hand lay on the floor still clutching its dagger. In a moment, she was upon him with the sword at his neck. 
 
 “ Why?! ” he cried. “ You and I have brought peace to our long warring kingdoms, my beautiful queen! ” 
 
 She spat in his face. “ Ask my father who lies dying from poisoned drink. Ask my people whose throats now suddenly labor beneath your army ’ s boots at their doorstep. ” 
 
 “ How did you— “ 
 
 “ My spies are prettier than me. You dishonored me on our wedding night no less. ” 
 
 “ No, please, let us consummate our— “ 
 
 She drove her sword through his chest, the dulled blade stopping at his heart. His eyes bulged. She kissed him on the lips as she drove the sword the rest of the way with tears streaming down her face. He exhaled his last breath and fell across the throne.
