This story was written for the 50 Word Thursday Challenge, see link below:
The sound of armed men got nearer and she knew her fate was upon her. As they burst into the royal bedchamber, she stood resolute, the Queen of this Island realm. Her lips were red and perfectly shaped, her cheeks blushed prettily when she spoke.
“What is the meaning of this outrage?” she demanded.
The Duke of Northumberland was known as a rogue; he had waged war against her armies and now stood there triumphant, hands arrogantly upon his hips. He licked his lips, as if she was a delicious titbit he’d found at dinner. She had become the spoils.
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