“Your Majesty, what are your plans for the execution this evening?” the executor inquired, her head bowed respectfully before Her Majesty.

Her Majesty settled into her bedroom, listening to the executor's questions while the woman stood outside the royal chamber. Perched on an ornate stool, Her Majesty averted her gaze from the mirror, lowering her eyes in distress. A deep ache filled her heart, leading to a throbbing headache as she grappled with the reality that her best friend was to be executed today. This was a person she had cherished since childhood, once considered family. However, upon discovering the affair, she severed ties with Yvanna. To make matters worse, Yvanna, in her betrayal, had given birth to a child with Her Majesty's husband. Desperate for a daughter, Her Majesty felt her frustration intensify after having two sons, and she was enraged to learn that Yvanna had delivered a daughter, her former loyal servant.

“ I shall execute Yvanna myself with the whole nation present.” Her majesty opened the door aggressive as she looked down at the executor with a serious expression filled with hatred, resentment and sadness. However, in other people eyes, they didn’t see her as a pitiful women but the most powerful Queen in history and in the world.

“I shall execute Yvanna myself with the whole nation present.” The Queen's proclamation reverberated across the grand hall, silencing any murmurs among the courtiers and officials. Her resolve was unshakeable, and it was clear that this moment would be etched in the annals of history. The air was thick with anticipation and a palpable tension, as those present understood the gravity of her words.

As she strode forward, her regal presence commanded respect and awe. Her majesty's heart was a complex tapestry woven with threads of duty, grief, and an unwavering commitment to justice. She knew that her decision would be scrutinized by both her subjects and her adversaries, yet she remained resolute. Her gaze, fierce and unwavering, seemed to challenge any dissent, reinforcing her reputation not just as a ruler, but as a symbol of strength and determination.

Her Majesty decision to personally oversee the execution of Yvanna, a figure both infamous and enigmatic, was laden with symbolic significance. It was more than an act of justice; it was a statement of her authority, a testament to her willingness to bear the burdens of leadership herself, without flinching or delegating the hardest tasks to others.

Rumors had swirled about Yvanna's alleged treachery and the threat she posed to the realm's stability. Some whispered that Yvanna had once been a trusted confidante, which only added to the layers of betrayal and heartbreak underpinning the Queen's decision. Yet, standing in her regal armor, the Queen embodied an unyielding resolve that transcended personal anguish.

As the day of reckoning approached, the nation would gather, not just to witness an execution, but to observe a pivotal moment in their history—a moment that would redefine their understanding of power, justice, and the formidable legacy of their Queen.

The room was shrouded in complete darkness when the door began to creak open, accompanied by the sound of a key turning in the lock. One of the attendants declared that Her Majesty was about to enter the chamber.

A hush fell over the gathered crowd as the heavy oak door swung wider, revealing a figure draped in shadows. The only light came from the dim glow of the hallway, casting long, eerie shadows across the floor. The air was thick with anticipation and a hint of fear.

Her Majesty stepped into the room with an air of regal authority, her silhouette gradually becoming clearer as she moved forward. The faint rustling of her gown was the only sound breaking the silence. She paused for a moment, surveying the room with piercing eyes that seemed to see through the darkness and into the hearts of those present.

"Light the torches," she commanded, her voice calm yet commanding. Instantly, the servants sprang into action, igniting the torches mounted on the walls. As the flames flickered to life, the room was bathed in a warm, golden glow, revealing the exquisite tapestries and ornate furniture that adorned the space.

With the room now illuminated, Her Majesty's presence was even more formidable. She exuded a sense of power and grace, her bearing regal and unyielding. The crowd, now able to see her clearly, bowed in reverence, awaiting her next words.

The sound of chains rattling and an old, rusted key turning in the lock reverberated as it freed a particular prisoner. A young woman with white hair, pointed elf ears, and golden yellow eyes emerged, her clothes tattered and worn. She had been confined in this prison for so long that she could barely recall the last time she saw her daughter. Never having witnessed daylight, the only person who had laid eyes on her was the King, who visited her day and night with affection. Slowly, she turned her head toward the dimly lit hallway, hearing footsteps draw near once more. Initially thinking it was the King, her eyes widened in surprise as she realized it was, in fact, her Majesty.

“ Please don’t kill me!” Yvanna begged in desperation as the guards pulled her from the cell. She kicked her legs in vain, unable to free herself. “ Your Majesty, I am so sorry! Please let me go. I want to see my daughter. Don’t do this to me, Mariennaa!” She cried out, tears flowing down her cheeks, her heart heavy with the pain of knowing it was her final day alive. She would never witness her child's growth, share the secrets of their origins, or see her little girl experience the joys of first love. The thought of not being able to smile every day alongside her daughter shattered her.

“ Happy 10th Birthday!”

The words hung in the air, wrapped in a mixture of excitement and mystery. The room was filled with the scent of fresh flowers, and the sunlight streamed through the windows like warm, golden ribbons. Mariennaa's eyes sparkled with curiosity as she looked at her parents, eager to discover the surprise they had in store for her.

"Close your eyes," her father instructed with a gentle smile, taking her hand in his. Mariennaa obliged, her heart racing with anticipation.

"Now open them," "Her mother whispered, and as Marienna followed suit, a gasp of delight escaped her lips. Before her appeared a stunning little fairy with golden eyes reminiscent of the sun, unusually pointed ears, and magnificent wings"This is the most extraordinary creature to have ever existed.”

“ I love it. Thank you so much mother, father.” The young princess, adorned with flowing blonde hair and regal purple eyes, spoke softly. She turned her gaze towards the fairy-like child standing before her, clearly in distress. Overwhelmed with joy, she found it hard to contain her excitement. Hello there! My name is Marienna. I will take good care of you, I promise you.”

TWhispers circulated throughout the castle about a possible execution.