Mikayla Decker

Bloody Heirlooms

The uncontested queen sat, staring vacantly at the edge of the basin. Naked and slathered with rich creamy soap, servants hastily bustle about in preparation for their queen’s victory feast. They’re like ants, hustling about afraid...perhaps they are afraid of me, after what I had just done, I wouldn’t blame them, the queen thought and quickly averted her attention back to thinking of nothing but that edge of the tub. Servants sat at her grand table sifting through clothes and banners for the feast. Many were so entranced in their work they failed to notice the queen’s presence while others had a harder time such as the ones tending to her. One such servant snaps to action and brushes the queen’s hair, another pours water over her shoulders and attempts to wash the blood from the queen’s milky skin. It swirls amid the blackened waters surrounding her.