Sixty-Five

Sixty-Five

Naomi

Two weeks passed, and I was already warmed up to this beautiful Queen, my real mother. She was kind and compassionate, hardly wanting me to help around the cottage, but I couldn't just sit and wait for her to cater to me.

She told me stories of her life, how she felt being queen and how the king slowly turned into a monster after he began chasing power. They used to be madly in love, until he became hungry for power. She, Xander and him were a perfect family, and she wished it could have stayed that way.

I pitied her. She was filled with sadness and guilt, but in the midst of all that, she still found it in her to be nice. She told stories of Xander and how he had a heart of gold, although I disagreed. She felt he hated her for running away all these years and I wished I could help her find out.

But Xander was dead to me. If I had a chance, stabbing him would be the first thing I would do.

We spent nights talking about our lives, and days just knowing each other bette