48 hours. That's all it took for the king and his kingdom to fall. Just 48 hours. His kingdom didn't fall because of an all out great war. It didn't fall because of some great plague and completely eradicated his people. It didn't fall because of some unforeseen natural disaster either. No, the king and his kingdom fell by one swift blade to the back and through the heart. It fell by someone that was able to infiltrate into it without a second glance by anyone else. The kingdom fell...at the hands of a woman.
I'm speaking symbolically of course, but still. The king has never experienced such a heartbreak like this before and people close to him knew that he's gone through some HORRIBLE heartbreaks. Sadly, it isn't the first time that this woman has entered the kingdom and has tried to take it down from within, but this time, it was for the death shot. The woman has been good at wounding the king. She's done it numerous times over the years. Every time, the king got back up, stronger, but sadly a little bit more wounded each and every time. What makes the slaying of the king so heartbreaking is because it was a clear path this time around. There weren't any obstacles in the way this time. There weren't any queens or mistresses to deal with. There wasn't anything. Just a clear path to seduce and destroy. To finally put the king down for good. To make sure that he was no longer an anomaly left unchecked. That would cause anymore problems from her mission. To make sure that her future was absolutely secured and that the king could no longer be a threat to fight for his kingdom.
With the death of the king, the woman and the object of her affection, her love, her barbarian, easily ransacked the kingdom. Took all of its treasures for themselves, living like royalty while watching the destruction of the kingdom they easily overtook. The barbarian now sits on the throne of the former king and the woman sits on the throne that was already made for her and create the kingdom anew in their image. They can sup and drink at the table where the king used to break bread. They can bathe in the tears of the people, the former king's loved ones, and even the king himself as he took one last look into the eyes of his betrayer. They can make love and lay on the same bed that the woman and the king use to lay. They can rejoice and celebrate the fact that the king is finally dead after all this time and the woman can finally get what she's been wanting from the barbarian for years. She knew the king could offer her the world and everything she's ever desired. From being looked after to being the most loved woman on the face of the planet, the woman knew what was before her and what her life could possibly be like. Only the woman will ever know why she chose the way that she did, but the consequences of her choice has left a king dead, a kingdom in ruins, and her and the barbarian posed for a complete takeover. The kingdom has fallen.
Some time has passed and the barbarian and the woman have now made the kingdom in their own image. After a particular disagreement between them, the distraught woman rushes to the window in tears and stares into the moonlit night. As she stares at the stars and stares at the moon, in all of its majesty, she ponders, albeit briefly, if she made the right choice with her betrayal and her role in the murder of the king. As the thought passes through and away from her mind and she goes to prepare herself for bed, she overhears a booming roar. She hears the people screaming in terror. She runs back to the window and there is the terrifying sight. A Dragon rising from the horizon...
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