"You Will Never Be My King."

"I will not bow to a prince who wears a crown bejeweled with the precious lives he's taken."

"Oh, you won't bow to your own King, my dear Irisa?" He taunts, gliding down yet another step.
"You will never be my king."

I can hear my heart hammering, feel his breath. Once upon a time I would have wished for a scenario much like this, one where we stood so close our lips practically touched, but now, I wish for a knife. I wish I could stab him.

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Irisa has led a Royal staff rebellion against the murderous, and newly crowned King Tobias. Now she gets to watch as the boy she's grown up with calls for her own death.