By All Rights
Where the -@!# did my muse go?
Writer, dreamer, knight, shackled by entertainment . . . and people.
Empress Melinda the IV ignored the cries of the man being dragged away by two guards. So few people accepted their notice of execution with any sense of dignity these days. She should know, she had sent hundreds of men, women, and the occasional child, to their deaths since she had ascended at the age of seventeen. After strangling Tulli and pushing Ram off the fourth story balcony, she had found it easy to condemn traitors. In the former cases it had been them or her, and in the latter it had been more of the same. It was always them or her.
Next on today's list was her cousin, Adrianna.
The dirty prisoner presented before her reminded her of her father: weak in the face and soft in the eyes.
Melinda studied the charges against her blood and finally said, "I exonerate Adrianna from all crimes. Clean her up and return her to her estate."
Surprise echoed like fireworks in the observer gallery as Adrianna babbled her thanks.
Was this forgiveness justified or was it another move in the game?
Did it matter?
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Story prompt:
The subject of your story should involve a character doing something against their usual moral alignment, whether they're a normally good individual who's fallen to the dark side or something else.
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Jim Stitzel
Ah, the capricious whims of a teenage tyrant. Does it matter, indeed?