P. O. V: A Short Story

MRS. HIGGINS [walking towards the door]: I think you two, need to be alone to talk this out. [Leaves the room]

When Katsa fishes him out, she and Bitterblue dress the wound in his shoulder, slump him over a horse, and set out for the king was not dead and the only one who could kill him was knocked out.

“He may have some right to it,” bitterly returned Don Benito, “he says he was king in his own land”

"Ohhh man." She whined to herself as she looked up at the bulkhead and ran her hands through her golden locks. Pulling her own hair in frustration she thought about what sort of punishment she was about to receive for violating a direct order.

“What are we gonna do!?” said another person. “We must inform the King and Empress at once. Maybe they will know what to do.”

Arturo scrunched the pamphlet into a ball and through it at the wall. The drums of war were beating all across Spain, Civil War seemed inevitable. “God help us all.”

Witchcraft seemed to be no stranger to this whole ordeal. I take a few deep breaths and continue to trudge back to the carriage. I hope that the Ruler and witch are back as I wish to have my belongings, but it is possible they are still traveling. I see that the carriage is indeed there, not moving from it spot. So I infer that they have arrived so it’s safe to get my things. I let out a sigh of relief and get my small bags out and head to the mansion where- at the steps- I see the others gathering and talking among themselves- Owen being an exception, only talking with Alice a few times. As I get closer I hear Alex mumble something along the line of ‘Manners’ and ‘Peasants’ I try to make out what else he said but he spoke too softly. “Talking about me?” I say as I walked up and brush my arm against his, a bright and stupid smile sprawled across my face. He looks at me, not wearing the same big smile I haven’t seen him missing so far. He didn’t seem to understand what I was talking about, but it soon dawned on him. “Oh sorry, I'm just not used to it. That's all.” He said with a sickening sweet tone as he then quickly turns around, muttering a few curses. I giggle at this and make my way over to Owen.

Before turning it toward the king. All: “Treason.” King: “Help! I am only wounded!”

George held out his hand and whispered " I don't want to fight but if you don't treat my people with respect I would have no choice

he starts paragraph two with the proud and confident statement: “I have the heart and stomach of a king… and think foul scorn that Parma or Spain… should dare to invade the borders of my realm.” Far cry

“Kyra,” Queen Szilvia grabbed the elf’s attention, without bothering to lower her stare. “Teach him what happens when you look the queen in the eye.” Kyra bowed her head respectfully before turning back to Alistair.

Everyone moves under the guard’s prevision and Edmond gives a message for his solider to follow them to the prison. Edger took his sword and walked to reach his brother who is celebrating the victory with Goneril, and her husband, and Regan. Goneril put poison for her sister in her wine whom starts to feel sick and is taken away. The Duck of Albany informs them that the Edmond is a traitor and goes to challenge him. Edger fights Edmond for revenge over his father’s blinds. Edmond gets injured and lays down on the ground. The news about the death of Regan arrives, then the news of Goneril who killed herself. Kent enters, and the two bodies of the dead sisters. Then the King Lear comes carrying Cordelia. Sorrow and grief are felt from the king on the life of his daughter. Announcement for the death of Edmond and Albany announce the resign of. After a while the king finds it hard to breathe so he lays down and dies. Kent leaves saying my master needs me while holding his weapons he leaves. The final picture is of Edger raising his arms to the heavens and King Lear dead, along with his three daughters, and

Ovelia raised her head. She could tell her guard's patience was wearing thin. “Just a moment, Agrias...” the princess replied, almost pleading. She lowered her head once again and went back to praying. This was important, anything could wait for her to say her last words.

“I can call someone from the rebellion to come pick you up, if you want.”

“When are you leaving town? Today would probably be a good idea. Don’t think I don’t see that look in your eye. You need to get away from here- for your sake.”