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Olivia never really gave much thought to her death. Of course she had the vague vision of her wrinkly, aged, snow white skin lying comfortably in her death bed. But never has she had the incentive to think that she would die by the hand of another.
But her dignity—or what ever was left of it—was retained as her feet carried her to her demise. She was acutely aware of the hole in her moccasin on her left pinky toe, but it was the least of her worries. However, before her Rutkin smiled evilly and unsheathed his sword. Like he needed it. Rutkin was known for his tricks. He had cast a spell of sorts over the royal family of Narnia. And with herself being High Queen, Olivia was counted into that small group. But that story comes later, because first, she must tend to this…disaster.
"You going to kill me, Rutkin?" She asked, drawing a dagger and running her fingers along the smooth steel. "Because really, I must decline the offer. I have a bit of business I must tend to before I kick the bucket." Her ease must only be attributed to the fact that this was her 23rd time facing this man.
"How could I dare, your highness?" He spat the words with more disdain then needed. "It's not as if it makes a difference. You're good as dead, if that's even possible with you."
Olivia tried her best to suppress her snort but nevertheless, it came out at least muffled. "I could say the same for you, sir, because it was you who made the mistake of that-" Before she could finish, Rutkin lunged forward, his sword level with her pounding heart. Olivia's breathing pitched, if only for a moment, but she leapt to the side, avoiding the near collision.
"Really, how many times must we do this?" She asked simply, flinging her dagger straight into his chest. He gasped and fell to the ground, grasping the object that had punctured his lung. Olivia sauntered toward him with a smirk and ripped the object from his chest, wiping the blood and replacing it on her belt.
"Give up. They're never coming back." He gasped after her as she retreated. Olivia turned sharply a glared at his withering figure, "They're coming. And you better be prepared."