Crimson Flight

Tasha

I step over the bodies of the two guards who were stationed outside the door to my rooms, not looking at either. I don’t care to look. Not because it’s gross but because I don’t care at all.

If they wanted to live, they shouldn’t have been keeping me a prisoner in my own castle.

My castle.

“Your Majesty, this way,” my faithful maid, Beatrice, says. She still has blood on her hands.

I curl my