((Open rp I'm her)) i cup the blood in my hands, watching it drip and stain my white dress. The room above this one is where "traitors" are killed, their blood drips through the floor boards. I come here to remind myself why I must obey, if i do not i will never be allowed to rule and things will never improve. I leave and pass the dungeons on the way back to my room, I hear a voice calling out. I go to investigate and find someone my age sitting in a cell.