As the princess walked down the aisle she smiled from ear to ear. The guests looked warmly upon their soon to be Queen and were happy to see their old King find love in his later years.

The King reached out to his bride, tears of joy wetting his cheeks as the princess took his hands in hers and they completed the ceremony.

That night as they lay in their marriage bed the Queen waited for the sound of her husband’s first snore.

She climbed out of bed and tiptoed round to his side before pushing his messy hair behind his ear and placing a tender kiss on his forehead.

Then after standing up straight she clicked her neck and scowled as she reached over him to grab one of her pillows.

She brought it down onto his sleeping head and sang to herself as she waited for his gasping to seize.

Once satisfied she dumped the pillow and stormed out of the room.

Servants bowed before her before looking at the door she left open with curiosity.

She stormed down the halls barefoot as the distant sounds of screaming servants found their dead king.

She scarcely made it to the top of the stairs before she was apprehended and restrained in cuffs.

She made no effort to fight back as she was pushed spear on back towards the tower where she would no doubt await her death sentence.

As she sat in her cell she smiled to herself for she had gotten her revenge.