Requested by: My friend. (A/N: Like my legit friend…)
Betrayal
She rose out of her bed like the undead, anger clouding her mind but false justice rising in her heart. How dare he. She wished she never even touched that satanic excuse for a king. Kicking over that stupid nose nuzzling trophy, she marched into the kitchen. The knives, where were they? She fumed. He hid them so he could steal souls...She was sure. Heat rushed to her cheeks, her face, everywhere. Knives or no knives, justice was to be served. Snatching her knitting needles she sneaked into his room like a thief in the night.
"This will be a little...Gorey."
A/N: I have no hate towards Torigore, but my friend sure does...Ha.