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The two great oak doors open and my mouth almost fell open at the sight of the room I was revealed too. I didn't know how I had gotten here but I knew it was a throne room. The throne room was completely made of marble, from the ice cold floor to the twelve pillars on either side of the room, leading to the throne itself.
The throne too was made of white marble and upon it sat a beautiful woman, her head held high and blond curls tumbling down on her shoulders, a colour like newly melted gold. She wore a dress of pure white with silver patterns embroidered upon it and a blank cloak. The cloaked pooled at her feet and was pulled far over her forehead, putting all her face into shade apart from her red lips. She seemed familiar but the more I tried thinking about it, the more the thought seemed to slip out of my grasp. I was led to the throne by my two guards, the one on my left shoved me in the shoulder, forcing me to my knees, and my chains clattering as I fell. I crouched there as my guard demanded,
"Bow down to your queen,"
I met the queen's gaze, something I knew not many dared, then bent down until my brow touched the floor. And the queen spoke, her voice like ice,
"Are you aware of the punishment for your crimes, to your kind?"
I looked up and smirked at the queen, not letting my oblivion show as to how I got here. She looked down at me, a face of stone.
"Executions I should think, Penelope."
I said, popping the P but still no emotion, not even a flicker of anger crossed her face.
"That's your highness to you."
She simply said. I snorted,
"You're not my queen."
A cold smile surfaced, revealing some of the wickedness within.
"I am now."
Since when? How long had I been here? I didn't know. When I didn't answer she continued.
"You are a thief and a traitor with no land and no home, pirate. And now..."
She chuckled,
"Now you are mine."
I knew who she was. She was a genius, vicious, witty queen of Greece. Blessed and crowned by Athena herself.
She nodded to the guards and they dragged me to my feet, and out the room, and I knew I only had hours left to live...If I was lucky.
I didn't want to think of the alternative as a scream rang through the hall. The walls themselves seem to cower away.
I was dumped in my cell and left to await my death. The room stank of rot and urine, my roommate sat in shackles, propped up against the wall, nothing more than a skeleton.
As the hour's pass, I wonder how my crew was doing and where they were. Are they in a similar state as I was? I hoped they'd gotten away.
A guard came in with food and seeing my confused expression said,
"The memories will come back to you by the end of the day. Enough time to remember your friends just before your death."
He had been right. Hours later my head felt like it was exploding as all my memories all of a sudden resurfaced.
