The Queen knelt before the King's tomb, the Royal Priest a few steps behind her.
"Father, it has been six months since you passed. I have done all I can to make you proud of me. You did not get to lead our troops into battle, alas, but I have taken the armies and I have conquered so much, so fast. It has not been easy, many people have died, but all in your name. I hope you... I just want my father to be proud of me."
Her actual father was a few steps behind her, unsheathing a dagger.
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