"A Queen is supposed to be merciful." She sat tall in her throne, poised and regal. A smile spread across her lips. "But in this world, being Queen means blood."

The two guards to either side of her throne looked frightened. Deep shadow curled up the walls behind them. The Queen stayed seated on her throne, as if waiting for someone.

Just then, a couple guards stumbled into the room with crumpled men still in their kingly gowns.

"Oh good. You're back with my friends." The Queen's smile became sinister.

"Yes, my Queen. They're all yours now." The guards stepped to the side.

"You won't get away with this Mesrida." One of the kings snarled.

Mesrida casually strode from her throne over to him. She bent down and lifted his head with a finger. "Just watch me." She sneered, dropping his head.

She stood back straight and took a few steps back. When she was far enough, Mesrida lifted her hand and pointed at the king she was just with. The shadow along the walls shot forward and went right through the man. He gasped for air, but soon fell, dead.

Mesrida smirked as the others cowered away. "Don't you three worry. I won't kill you. I'll simply drive you mad. Guards?"

The five surrounding guards stepped forward and grabbed them. They hauled them up and away down the dark dungeon stairs.

"Good luck boys." Mesrida waved as they disappeared down the stairs