You have been engaged to crown prince Wilde for as long as you could remember. You are about to be married to him, and you absolutely hate his guts.

You should be ruling instead of him. You have not met him before, but you know in your soul his seat should be yours.

Queens do not get to make the same decisions as a King can, and you deserve his power.

So you’ve made a plan. You pull out your notebook with the plan:

1. Get there. 2. Marry the fool. 3. Wait two weeks. 4. Lie about wanting to do your “wifely duties” and enter his room. 5. Wait until his guard is down and kill him. 6. RULE.

You’ve had this plan since you were 15, and you’ve been itching to initiate the plan.

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Today is the day you begin your new life as his “bride.” You sigh heavily as your maid fusses between the four wedding dresses he ordered for you.

“Milene, just pick one!” You flop on your bed in annoyance.

“My lady, I think I’ve decided!” She helps you dress. You watch her flutter around as she grabs things to do your hair.

“You will be the most beautiful Queen in history!”

You grumble quietly as she finishes your hair with a thousand bobby-pins and begins your makeup.

As you settle into your new bedroom after the wedding, you hear a soft knock.

“Milene, not now.”

You hear a deep voice. “I am not Milene,” he laughs. “I am your husband.

You let him in, and after an hour of talking, you sneakily grab your knife and pin him down to cut his throat.

“Beautiful..” he puts his hand in your hair.