Monster

Feel, Your Majesty, this clear day. Your peasants, shabby from the eternal sun, take their children for dirty walks. Look, these bastards live better than those who give alms in a church in some miserable country. Oh, queen, your daughter was in these terrible lands, and did not tell much. For example, that she would like to die on foreign soil and give up your crown. Her Majesty never offered prayers to the great Stump and did not complain to the Mewman God about her persecuted fate, like her religious beheaded mother, or like her dead daughter who accepted a foreign faith. Queen, your own daughter had a real Mother. Not like you. Princess... Moon the Undaunted hoped that Star was somewhere here, alive, and would come running to her again with joyful cries. And her husband blatantly abandoned her after the death of her daughter. The Queen is in pain, but she is too proud to ask anyone for help. The tears froze. They didn’t roll down the cheeks, but lay on them like ice crystals, burning their eyes like an invisible fire. A lizard creature enters the chambers. The Queen looks in the mirror. What were you waiting for, Moon? You let him in. And now, he is already here, behind you. Toffee bows gravely to greet the queen. She pretends not to notice, but in the reflection the lizard sees a dull gaze. His victim is in a trance, as if not alive. It should be interesting. The one who destroyed the most precious thing she had, and now came here to finish her off mentally. Toffee knows: there is no need to say anything; anyway, the moaning mother will not hear or understand. Scaly fingers squeeze her sharp chin, and somehow she bursts out with a smile: - Will you forgive me? Her Majesty does not answer and continues to look in the mirror. A few years ago she was a sweet and naive girl, a typical Butterfly. Don't feel sorry for them, prince. The ancestors of the butterflies tormented your family, and now there is one of them in front of you. How many more of these have you dismembered? Remember how she humiliated you. It is his own fault that the queen became like this. Oh yes, Moon is completely broken. And now Toffee will take advantage of this. He, like the last scum, will enjoy this woman. She's so close. So close. - What do you feel? - Septarsis slowly whispers. His voice is as cold as his gaze. - Tell me. – he examines every feature of the pale glass face. There is a huge lump stuck in her throat, but the lizard wants her to scream; asked him to stop. Wants to let her go; give her a chance. However, Moon should know that the son of Septarsis is capable of compassion without any drama. And indeed it is. Bitterness and anger rolls in, mixed with the poison of hatred and curses for everything. The way those creepy eyes see right through her is indescribable. Ruthless. She is ready to kill him. She just feels a veil fall over her face, eyes and lips. The body begins to tremble. Being the winner, the lizard creature will take the unfortunate one on the bones of the mother and daughter. Now he holds her thin waist, pressing her to him. Muscular arms rise to the chest. For the queen, the words merge into one monotonous hum. She doesn't feel her body. -You are beautiful, Moon. The lizard is as handsome as the devil. He whispers something, and then licks the plump thighs of Her Majesty, whose soft pink lips are slightly open from lack of oxygen. The sky-blue eyes close, the eyelids droop, and the body completely relaxes, surrendering to the power of the monster. His fangs leave bloody marks on his body. The bitten lips ooze with scarlet streams, and the hands dangle limply on the pillows. Toffee gets to the meat of the matter. The queen takes off on the crest of a wave of monster passion, carrying her further and further... She wakes up in a rumpled bed hung with an amethyst canopy. Gentle rays of sunlight shine through the window, so hostile to her being. The body aches, the head splits. Moon doesn't know how much time has passed since then. Someone carefully wipes the cold sweat from their face. He dragged Butterfly into bed like a rag doll, and now he sits next to her and strokes her, as if he was not to blame for what happened. - Get up, Your Majesty, you need to eat... - I am not hungry.  Moon doesn’t want to, but she gets up, obediently surrendering to the icy and slippery hands. The Queen can't remember what her husband looks like. A husband who doesn't love her. She doesn't remember her name. She has no use for her name anymore. Her Majesty is a desecrated monster. A walking bundle of pain and despair, having lost everything and thirsting for revenge. Therefore, the son of Septarsis is capable of compassion, Your Majesty, but you better think about your shabby peasants...