Freya had levelled the realm, bringing all the good and the bad to their knees.

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The smell of fresh burnt ashes was her favourite smell and she missed it miserably.

It had been over half a decade since her plan to level the realm had come into being, Freya had put pretend kings and queens into power but she ended up just throwing them to the side or burning them. 'Ugh i miss the smell of a burning no man’s land'.

This led her to being in power. Who better to oversee these ashes than me. Some days even being in power was not enough. One day a so-called prince, Nix was his name, had arrived at my palace. I recall culling all the grand families leaving one sole heir in each, he claimed to be the leader of what remained of these grand families.

'Even fat rats found ways into my house'.

He was pretty in a ‘not dead’ kind of way. He spouted nonsense for a while, my ego liked being caressed by his nonsensical bullshit, so much so I nearly fell asleep. Ugh. At the end of his speech, I asked what he wanted. I remember him blushing, saying he wanted to marry me, reign over this kingdom as the two of us and eventually have a family.

'Being a mother to a family of rats…'

I told Nix that was not going to happen, my throne was crowded enough with my ego and I. He did not act surprised as if he had expected this, he pulled out a sealed urn from his belongings and presented it to me, the smell coming from it, made my eyes wide, the hairs on my arms stand up as well as my heart burning with desire.

'How did the rat bring me what I had craved most?'

I opened the urn, inside was fresh ashes, I inhaled the smell, they were human, what had this Nix done? I looked at him, eyes wide, he preceded to explain that he had burned what had remained of the great families. Suddenly the prince had become king in her eyes, as ruthless and as driven as her.

She grinned, stood up from her throne and poured the contents onto where she had been sitting, Nix made a move towards it, she grabbed his hand and whispered into his ear:

“We shall rule this pile of ash as Queen and King”

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I love you Baby