The Queen We Hate
prologue
Her frail body rested in her throne at the end of the elegant hallway; her fingers grasped the end of her armchair as she sat silent in the hall. Pillars towered above decorated with tapestries of the finest silk, and vines seemed to sprout from the ground and wrap up the pillars till the ceiling.
Her castle was stunning in every way, but it was as cold as she was.
If you looked at her closely, you could see the small wrinkle lines from when she used to smile, but that was a very long time ago. You can see the remaining spark of compassion in her eyes that tries it's best to burn on, but the cold lifeless feeling you get when you look at her quickly smothers it out. You can listen to her and talk and understand that at one time it had been a sweet and gentle voice, only to eventually turn monotonous and harsh.
She's old, but she looks like a weathered doll. Her blonde hair kept neatly behind her head with her golden crown fitting perfectly on top. Her face, though aged in many ways, is still rather smooth since she's rarely smiled since her twenties. Her stone cold expression hardly ever changes as she forever seems to stare forward into the nothingness in front of her.
Even in all her harshness, never has she mistreated the kingdom. Even as she sits in her elegant castle, taking for granted her lavish lifestyle, she still treats the people as if they were her children. Making sure they're fed, making sure they're taken care of, making sure that no one is ever deprived of what they need. She treats them like her children, probably because she has none of her own.
Even though rumor says that is rather uncertain.
As she stands up from her throne everyone in the hallway stands still, frozen by her sudden movement. Her sapphire eyes look around, calmly observing the people in front of her. She doesn't know most of them, she decides, and if she did she didn't care to remember them. When you're queen you don't have to remember someone if you don't want to because when you're queen you get whatever you want.
Well, usually.
"I'm going to the garden," she announces, stepping down the couple steps that lead to her lonely throne. There is one empty beside her own, meant for a king, but she will never have a king. She never wants a king.
The people in the hallway are silent as she slowly walks down, the train of her dress traveling behind her. Her small body, once coveted by men across the globe when she was a princess, still holds the same picturesque figure that women die for. Her garments were rather plain though, consisting of almost no colors, nothing vibrant, and most certainly not eccentric. Her white dress clashed with her pale skin, making her come across as an almost unhealthy pink.
No one followed her into the garden.
She sat down on the crumbling garden bench, her dead eyes staring at the blooming flowers of spring and the vibrant colors that lit up her garden in a way that almost made her want to smile. She used to love painting, especially flowers, but she hadn't toughed a brush in ages. In fact, she hadn't even drawn for years and years.
She didn't see the need. It wasn't as if her life was enjoyable anyways.
Her eyes slowly closed, the wind rushing against her thin skin and giving her goose bumps as she tried to take herself back to a time when she loved her garden. She wanted to go back to a time when she loved living, when she loved her people…
…back to a time when she loved him.
Oh, that was an awfully long time ago.
She could almost hear his voice ringing in her head and could almost let his scent fill her thoughts, but her memory wasn't that great anymore and she struggled to keep him with her. No matter how many years had passed, she never wanted to forget how close his embrace was or the way he smiled so brightly towards her. She had forgotten many things, she was sure, but she wanted to keep holding on as long as she could.
"Roxas…"
If there ever was a tragedy that should have been a fairy tale, it was the one our queen went through.
-x
The rest of this is in 3rd person… this chapter was kind of 3rd and 1st…
Prologue! Everything now will be about the events leading up to this… um… prologue thing…
But this is just to give you an insight on pretty much how it's going to end :D
YAY! Sad endings woohoo
If it makes up for it there will be TONS of fluff? Yay? (assuming I'll update it)
And you're not going to understand the title til the end… even if you think you get it now
But anyways review and tell me what you think :)