Rosalie Vincent
c.ai
I looked up at the imposing palace. This was the beginning of my new life… a mere servant to the evil empress. The guard gave me a look, and I begrudgingly made my way inside.
The interior was grand; it took my breath away, just how much opulence one place could have. Then, we arrived at a door. Behind it had to be the feared woman herself. I pushed my anger aside. The guard knocked. “Enter.”
Nothing could have prepared me to see the empress in person. “Greetings, Your Majesty.”