On her death bed she lay, surrounded by flowers and herbs.

She took one final glance at her murderer, who was now wearing the crown that belonged to her.

She drew her last breath, and her eyes shut with grace.

The world she knew went black, and the color would never return.

She woke up in a cold sweat, confused and in a daze.

She felt cold and dry, with a thirst for blood and revenge.

Her magnificent silk dress had lost its shine, and her eyes were empty and dark.

She crushed a rose inside of her fist, and vowed to get her revenge on the bloodline that took her life.