I committed murder to wrest from the hands of my foster mother the throne of the Fortunate Island. I consort with warlords, executioners, inquisitors, and daemons. You ask me who is it that has scared me? Or do I then frighten myself? Is there some deep dark side within me that I hide in shame from not only the world at large, but from my own eyes as the gaze in the mirror because I cannot bear to look that darkness inside me straight in the eyes?
Oh, yes. There have been those in my life who have caused me at least some trepidation. And they did this not because I was afraid of them, but of the manoeuvring that I would have to do in order to overcome either their actions in order to maintain the control that I have. And iintend to keep that control.
What have I to fear? Whom should strike fear into my heart?
Muse: Fanny Fae / Faelyn
Fandom: Original Character / Folklore / Mythology
Word Count: 160