‘ I’m taking back the crown. ' ( love me that Emperors new Clothes ! )
Death of a Bachelor starters
❝ Oh, DARLING, that’s a cute idea, but… to take something BACK, one must possess in the first place. ❞
A CRUEL SMILE adorns menacing features — the picture of a SADISTIC BEAUTY. The air is thick, and she wonders if perhaps this boy was a little slower than she’d first assumed. He must have been out of his fucking tree to even attempt a threat against her person. Had he not heard the people TALK? Had he not heard of the things she could do — the things she HAD DONE? Or perhaps he simply cared very little, for her power, or his life, among other things. She had to admire his resolve and bravery ( STUPIDITY, she called it ), but even so, she wasn’t a woman of forgiveness or understanding. She had assumed that was quite well known, but it seemed she’d have to prove it, here and now.
❝ You want it? Come and take it from my COLD, DEAD HANDS, BOY. ❞
