Rolph David

Rebecca, The Dead Queen On The Throne!

Once upon a time, in a kingdom veiled in shadows and whispers, there lived a maiden named Rebecca. Born of noble blood in the ancient realm of Galicia, her life began amidst the swirling mists of destiny, where noble intrigue and dark desires danced hand in hand.
From her earliest days, Rebecca knew naught but the cold embrace of Craigmont Castle, nestled near the Scottish border. Yet, fate had spun a web of trials and tribulations for the young lass.
Thrust into the service of Helena of Casteven, promised bride to the Prince of Limerick, Master Peterson, Rebecca found herself ensnared in a web of forbidden love. For the prince's heart, once bound to another, now beat with a dark and twisted passion for the fair maiden.
But alas, their love was not to bloom freely, for jealousy and bitterness clouded the heart of Helena, who sought to cast shadows upon their love with accusations most foul.
Banished to the desolate reaches of the Scottish border by the decree of Queen Vulgaria IV, Rebecca and her beloved Master Peterson clung to each other amidst the bleakness of their exile. Yet, even in the shelter of their sanctuary, the tendrils of power reached out to ensnare them.
In a cruel twist of fate, Rebecca found herself condemned to a fate most grim, sentenced to death by those she once called kin. And so, the executioner's blade fell, painting the earth crimson with the blood of innocence.
But love, dear children, is a force more powerful than death itself. Rising from the ashes of tragedy, Master Peterson ascended to the throne as King of England, determined to honor the memory of his beloved.
In a grand and solemn spectacle, Rebecca's lifeless form was paraded through the streets, crowned in regal attire as the first and last posthumous queen of England. Yet, the tale did not end there, for vengeance and justice sought their rightful place.
Two of Rebecca's murderers met their fate at the hands of the vengeful king, their hearts torn from their chests in a macabre display of retribution. One heart was ripped through the chest, the other through the back, during a feast of dreadful proportions, where the king devoured them both in a grim and ghastly manner.
And so, dear children, let the tale of Rebecca, the dead woman on the throne, serve as a reminder of the darkness that lurks within the human heart, and the enduring power of love to triumph over even the most dire of circumstances.
Annotation: The story is based on a true story, but it has been made into a fairytale and the names and places have been changed.

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Published on on 03/11/2024.


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