It was so long ago, but the memories hadn’t faded. I still want revenge and it looks as though I will finally get my wish. Sure, I ended up with everything that I desired, but that does not change the fact of what they did to me; beaten and stripped down, they left me at the side of the road alone in the moonlight.
After the nuptial ceremony, they disappeared with not as much as a farewell or good luck. That has not stopped me looking. I’ve sent men out across the country, scouring the landscape without a hint of them. How is it possible that I should find them on my own at the end of my voyage across the sea? Maybe they paid off my men and vowed them to secrecy, doubtful but always a possibility.
They cower in my presence, now. They know they deserve what they receive for all the torture they set upon me. I look down at them. The fear exudes from them. Their eyes implore my leniency. I cannot do what I thought of for so long, I step over them and begin to walk away.
“Told you she wouldn’t do anything,” one snickered.
“Cinderella get me some wine,” the other yelled.
I freeze. My skin crawls. I shudder. I have no choice. I turn to them sitting on the ground. Swiftly, the broadsword is freed from my skirts and in a single slash both of their heads bounce on the cobbled street.
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