The Queen’s Pet
#100StoryChallenge — No7
The serpent weaved along the floor of the throne room, its sinuous body twisting as it made its way to the feet of the queen.
“Hello, my little thief,” the queen said, her hand reaching out for the snake. It obliged, seemingly bowing its head, before curling around her offered flesh.
Some might have thought the words an endearment, but they were anything but.
Behind those obsidian eyes was the phantom of a man screaming for freedom.
But no one would ever hear him. His was a silent prison. His crime?
He had stolen the queen’s heart.
And broke it.
This is a part of my endeavor to go back to writing tighter fiction with more stringent word counts. It’s just one attempt at the 100 Story Challenge because I thought it would be a good exercise to do to keep my imagination sharp. We’ll see how it goes.
For longer fiction, you may enjoy my stories linked below:
