Long Live the Queen:
1. When she finally acted on the thought, was a spur of the moment thing.
2. It was an idle thought that had built over time.
3. She was surprised by how easy it was.
She surprised by how easy it was to kill the most powerful man in the world.
The blade slide through his back into his heart in an attack honed from years of experience. She could see a look of surprise in his grey eyes reflecting from a nearby window as his own blood splattered onto the ground.
She dragged the blade downwards, then to the side before she pulled it out.
He fell off his seat, blood flowing down his side.
She could feel her own eyes widen, her breath quickening at the act she had just done as he bled out below her.
Quicker then she could think, she had grabbed him mid fall, almost cradling his dying body.
He looked up at her. Surprise was on his face for a few moments, then, his lips quirked upwards into a smile, and he was gone.
She took a good long look at his dead body. She put her fingers on his neck and felt no pulse.
He was gone.
Breathing heavily, she contemplated this fact for a new second.
Her panic gave way to something else.
Craning his head, she began laughing madly, the blood beginning to pool around her feet.
Ellen was still laughing as she sat down in his seat, and as she overlooked the city below the glass in his former office.
The King is dead.
Long live the Queen.
On the same day, a woman points her sword at her enemy.
"You must be here to kill me."
She couldn't be any more wrong.
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