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Elizabeth wasn't the greatest of queens, she was quite the opposite — cruel and unforgiving. While the kingdom thrived under her rule, her subjects lived in fear. If they did something that the queen disagreed with, they’d end up a head shorter. Public executions were one of her favorite pastimes after all.
It has been this way for hundreds of years since the queen was under the sun’s protection. The sun, the kingdom’s source of life, was the thing that kept the queen deathless. She would not die for as long as she had the sun on her side.
That was soon quick to change as the executions rapidly increased with the years and the queen became more and more distant. She no longer had reasons for the countless deaths she ordered. Instead it almost appeared as if she wanted to eradicate everything and everyone from this earth.
Unsurprisingly the sun did not enjoy that.
On a particularly gloomy day as night started to replace it, the sun remained in its place. Its shine never wavered and continued to pierce through the dimness, yet its color started to change — from the bright yellow-ish orange to a dark red. Elizabeth found this odd, but she didn't have it in her to care any longer. She was getting older and older, and even though her beauty and life were everlasting, her sense of self was not. The things she once enjoyed like horse riding or extravagant balls were becoming dull. The faces of the ones she held dear were slowly fading away. She couldn't remember what her own face looked like anymore either, not even upon glancing into a mirror. It all felt odd.
She wished to simply end it all, to one day order her own execution and leave this world once and for all.
At this very moment though, Elizabeth found herself in her own chambers, sitting on her bed while she ran her comb through her hair. Everything fell silent and the only thing that managed to break this glass of tranquility was the scorching of the irate sun. The queen didn't pay it much mind and simply carried on with her night routine.
All of a sudden a faint voice she hasn't heard in many years whispered into her ear: “My Dearest Queen, how have you been?”
“Ebba!” Elizabeth turned her head around to get a glance at the person speaking, but she was met with… no one, “Ah, how foolish of me.”
“Foolish? Why, yes, I agree,” the voice called out once more and Elizabeth glanced its way again, but there was still no one in sight. The queen slowly stood up from her seat and took a few vary steps, trying to figure out who and where the person imitating her past love was.
Sounds of disapproval rang out from behind Elizabeth as she felt unseen hands wrap around her waist from behind: “Lizzy, My Dearest, I shall not grant you the pleasure of seeing me again.”
“Ebba…” the queen muttered out as tiny droplets started to prick at the corners of her eyes, “Is that really you?”
“Why, certainly, My Queen!” the mellifluous voice of Elizabeth’s beloved sounded out once more, “Do not get your hopes up though, I have not come to reunite with you, quite the opposite… I’ve come to rid this kingdom of you once and for all.”
Elizabeth’s eyes widened at hearing that, her heartbeat slowed, and her whole body froze in the arms of her ghostly lover: “What…?
“You have become your father, My Dear,” Ebba replied harshly, “the same man who once took my own life and separated us with the gates of the afterlife itself.”
“My father? Ebba, how could you say such a thing?” Elizabeth responded, pain evident in her voice. She attempted to turn around and see Her Sun’s face, but the spirit held her in place.
Ebba scoffed: “I can say it, because it is the truth, Elizabeth. You're separating young lovers with your little game of head chopping. Do you enjoy seeing others suffer the same fate you and I once did? Do you get off on doing that?”
“Ebba, please–”
“I’ve had it with you, I gave you a countless amount of chances, but you’ve only gotten worse,” the vengeful spirit answered, her invisible touch moving up and towards the queen’s neck, “this is goodbye, My Queen.”
“Ebba…” Elizabeth muttered as the ghostly hands squeezed her throat and her air started running short, “Goodbye it is then, My Sun.”
Soon everything turned to black as the queen’s vision faded away. Gone was her lover as was the sun that protected her mortality for all these years. She's gotten her wish, even if it wasn't in the exact way she imagined it.
And with that the queen fell into an eternal slumber and no one would ever be able to wake her up.