And so i sit here, in the shattered remains of what was once my empire. Or was it really? A wry smile covered my face as i thought of my dead brother. Oh Logan. What have i done. You only did what you had to, what you thought would be for the best, the greater good. Even though you sacrificed so much, you only did it to save even more. And me? I couldn't do it. I couldn't do anything. I am too weak, too soft to make any decisions, not strong enough to rule this country. And this is what happened. Loved by everyone, yes, the ever-loved queen of Albion, rescuer of the people, unshackled the chains the evil tyrant wrapped around their necks - but what good does that do, when there is no one left alive to love you? To adore you? To worship the ground you walk upon? Only the lifeless bodies left, strewn across the streets, lying in the ruins of their homes. Only silence left. And the lonely queen of Albion.
I tried to be a saviour, but I only ever brought destruction and the downfall of my fathers realm. The kingdom is dead, and so are the people. And i am stuck in everlasting silence, a monochrome world of ash and shadows, the blood long since dried and the flames snuffed out by time. Only the the wind blowing trough the cracks of broken walls, broken lives, it's whispering tune of emptiness and oblivion my sole companion.
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AN : my great debut~ and in true me-manner it's in a really small fandom.
and yeah, that was really short, but i'm unable to write long stuff xD since the prince/ss doesn't have a name i just used "Queen Albion" as a title slash nickname.
Takes place after the final battle, a good time after that actually, and since i've never had no money when the time's up i don't know how many people are actually left - so i'm just going with really everyones dead, except her of course.
i'd be happy about some reviews~
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