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[Stuffz]

Her shoes clicked on the marble floor as she walked along the grandiose hallway, large stained glass windows on her right and a row of larger than life
statues on her left. A determined expression on her face she walked up to the large door at the end of it, dragging a few feet of dress across the floor with her.
She slipped through the gap in the partially open door and entered the throne room.

"My king!" She exclaimed, slowly traversing the landscape of gold and jewels that had been piled onto the floor and now filled the entire room,
struggling quite a bit as she had to wade through a diamond-filled valley and finally reached a golden peak that let her see eye to eye with the man
sitting on his throne, his riches spread out in front of him. "What have you done to our life? Did you take me for a fool or for a wife?"
But the king paid his wife no mind, casually tossing the ornate goblet he had been studying moments earlier back onto the pile.
The bright sound of the goblet rolling down into one of the many valleys echoed through the throne room. Silence ensued.

"The prince, your son, is coming home. After all, he's in line for the throne." She stared at the unmoved man for a few seconds, anger and frustration showing
openly on her face. "Victor!" The man slowly raised his head to look at her. "Linda." With considerable effort the weary old king heaved himself out of his throne.
"Do you think that I don't know?" "Then why this stupid show?" She replied, carefully lifting her dress as she started to approach the throne again.
"The prince is coming back, is coming home, to take what's mine alone. He shall have none of it!" King Victor said coldly, reaching down and pulling a ceremonial sword, a hilt of gold, out
of the pile. He held it up to inspect the blade, before looking over to his wife again. "And yet he's already at the gate! Whatever you will try to do, it is too late."
Queen Linda was right in front of him now, looking up at him defiantly. "Struggle as you may, your reign still ends today." Victor smiled at her before suddenly
thrusting his sword into Linda's chest, the sharpened steel piercing her with ease. "And so do you."
Her eyes widen and slowly a stream of blood trickled down the edge of the blade before the king swiftly pulled the sword out of her body, which then collapsed
onto the floor, the royal blood soon soaking the gold beneath her.

The heavy doors of the throne room swung open then, announcing the arrival of the prince. "Father king!"
His loud voice filled the room and prince Beasley, clad in silver armor, made his way to the throne. "I have returned, to the one that had me spurned."
Victor calmly watched his son as he approached his father. "You may think that you've already won, but if it's victory you seek, you shall have none."
"Mother!" Beasley stepped forward, kneeling down to put one hand onto the cheek of his dead mother, a sad smile on his face. "Another deed to add to your list of sins."
Victor shook his head and buried the sword into the pile of gold, leaning onto the hilt, his age showing now. "Such is the fate of all kings.."
Beasley frowned as he stood back up. "I'll be a better king than you have ever been!" "That remains to be seen. Die!" The king yelled and frowned
as he pulled the sword back out of his treasure and lunged forward to pierce the heart of his heir.
The young prince sidestepped the sword of his father without effortlessly and lifted his own into the air. His face transformed into a mask of anger and sadness
as he brought it down and rammed it through Victor's back. The king only managed to cough once before he collapsed, his fingers desperately grabbing onto
his beloved gold as his last breath left his lungs.

Beasley's hands were shaking as he took them off his sword when his father collapsed and moments later he let himself fall back onto the floor as well.
He buried his face in his hands and sighed. "Why..? Why does it always have to be so gruesome?"
"The audience likes it." Linda simply announced, sitting up again. Victor groaned and slowly stood up. "What audience?"