Princess Clariss was still young, so she still had a future.
At least, that was what the Queen believed.
Queen Amara watched as the child she raised with love and care dropped on her knees and sobbed uncontrollably, losing grip of the dagger that had pierced the Queen's chest.
Only after she had stabbed her mother did she break out from her crazed trance and realized she had committed a terrible sin.
"Mother!" Princess Clariss wailed, completely heartbroken to realize that her very hands had personally stabbed the person who loved her the most.
Queen Amara looked at her pitiful daughter who had been forced to kill her in order to survive.
As the older woman collapsed on the floor, she gazed at the sky covered with dark clouds.
The bright future she had planned was nowhere to be found, and the only thing she felt was heartbreak as her breathing became haggard.
Blood seeped out from her lips, and the realization that she was going to die made her deathly afraid.
