A/N: This next one was focused on Taylor Swift lyrics for the prompt. See if you can decipher which lyric. I woke from a nightmare that angered me, so I took this on at 4am. lol. I don't usually listen to Taylor, but this was fun because of that reason. Since her new album is out, this post felt fitting. hah. Off I go to take a listen.

This came #Swifty, cuz I couldn't sleep ...

A Lady

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#Swifty (Taylor Swift lyrics)

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The labored breaths, the grunts, the dance, it all ends like this:

Isabella looks around, soft eyes, but a firm, quivering hand below, steady, all her strength there.

The exhaustion leaves her lips in puffs. He feels it on his cheek, wafting through his nose, the sweet scent of a beautiful woman he saw grow into herself. They are both sweating, soaked, at it for hours. One to one, not one out maneuvered the other. If garish, golden walls could talk, they'd say he was no match.

It all ended on his chair. He reigns there. Though, a throne was never used for this. Her strong thighs pin his; legs she's worked for years to get to him. A journey, night and day, she walked, stole, fought, survived for this. It's been hell and back, eating shit and scrumming for scraps.

All while he sat here, fresh, fit, and greedy. The smell of wine on his lips. He grins. Perfect teeth. Green eyes to match her child's who she keeps safe from him. He'd ask her to be his right hand, his queen. He was meaning to, but it's all too late.

"It takes everything in me just to get up each day. But it's wonderful to see that you're okay." Isabella loosens her grip. Swift and quick.

The crunch of his spine is faint when it gives. She takes back her sword—a coat of vengeance drips there, mixing with all the blood of his soldiers. She could see herself in it, every night sharpening it to perfection. Her dead father, mother, and her brothers would be proud. The unexpected, the only woman left in her lineage to do something about it. No one saw it coming. She's come so far, and she's come angry.

Blood gurgles in his throat. He swallows. "I'm … perfectly fine."

Life leaves King Edward's eyes.

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An homage to lady Loki xoxo