The crown sits lazily on my head. Olympia stares at me from across the room. 

“You’re beautiful when you’re planning world domination,” he says, and I watch as his eyes look me up and down. He focuses on the blood I forgot to wipe off of my cheek.

“We’re one step closer, my love,” I say as I push my chair back. The sound of it scraping against the wooden floors makes my skin crawl. 

I take the crown that was once his mother’s off my head, blood still dripping from the apex, and put it on his dinner plate. 

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