You had recently married a man from a different kingdom.

You had hoped that he would have been the same age, but it was a man in his thirties.

You had barely turned 19.

Well at least you can still visit Sun and Moon.

He banned you from going to Moon’s station, or even talking to him when he kept guard of the castle, and banned you from going to the town square to see Sun.

Who does he think he is?

This is your kingdom.

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You were in the throne room.

You had sat in the second throne.

He sat in the one meant for you.

Why won’t anyone listen to you?

He banned the townsfolk from crowding the town square, when someone was playing an instrument or doing a speech.

He had pinned it on you.

When you snuck out, people looked at you with disdain.

So you stopped sneaking out.

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There was a line from the entrance of the castle to the throne room, you could see Sun standing second in line.

You had watched him behead the first one in line, a man who simply asked for money.

You gasped.

You quickly got up and stood in front of the citizens.

“No! I’m not letting you hurt anyone.”, you said firmly.

Moon had stood next to the thrones, guarding, and he looked surprised, but didn’t say anything.

The so called King, stood up and slapped you across the face.

Sun and Moon had looked at you, worried.

You felt anger. Anger against this marriage, anger against the people who looked at you with disdain. Anger against everything. But…you can’t do anything.