i sit in my cell, day in, and day out, not for a crime, but because I was a spare. someone who no one wanted, no one cared to deal with, so from birth I have been kept in this small room, my skin next to never touching the sun, there is a window for me to see outside, but the bars always remind me of where I am, that I can't leave. i can speak, but have been told not to on a regular basis by the only people I have known, my caretakers if you'd call the ones who made sure I ate enough to live, even if they needed to force me to, caretakers.

today is different, my caretakers come to my cell, but not te feed me like normally they do, but to bring a older man to me. the older man is let into my cell, and he looks me over, at my blemishless skin, at my long hair, he nods and has my caretakers take me with him to another room, this one with red carpeting, and a dresser with drawers. the man leaves me in this new room, is this my new cell? but before I can explore much, a group of ladies come in, they are beautiful, they clean me with warm water, as opposed to the cold water I am used to. they put a foamy substance in my hair, and afterwards they dress me in the finest dress and jewelry I have ever seen. am I dreaming? am I going to be loved? unfortunately, soon afterwards i am led to a big room, filled with more people then i have ever seen before, they all call me dainty, and that my skin is like porcalin, this all confuses me. but as i try to move away from the person who led me here, they grab my shoulder. and lead me to the raised section on one side of the room, where the old man from earlier is standing. they all set me down on a mat, i am not strong enough to resist. the old man recites words i do not know, and forces me to drink a red liquid, afterwards i get really sleepy.

after waking, i find myself facing another new person, this one feels different than the others, this one has a pitying face. they ask me "you have been kept from life, all your existence, are you okay with dying for others benefits, even if it was for another?" i answer with"i have not known kindness, i have not known joy, i have not known a single person in this world, i have no name, i have no home, i had nothing to sacrifice but my life. none of it was my choice." the person nods and now asks"would you like this injustice to be rectified?" after thinking about my answer, i say"all my life, i have had but one day of kindness, except in my dreams. if i could, i would want to have a lot more days of warmth and mirth."

at that the person holds me close, and i drift off to sleep yet again, and maybe for the first time, peacefully.

at the final breath of the sacrifice, the partygoers chear, their god has asked for sacrifices one every year, in exchange for prosperity, for years at this point, the sacrifices have been from the lower class, those that have more children then they can feed, this year they had none who would give up another, so they had to use one of the spare children that have been given to them years prior. they levity at having the deed done was short lived as suddenly the wine turned to blood, the meat rotted, and the windows shattered, the king in attendance was being escorted out as chandiler crushed him, the aristocrats writhed as maggots rose from their stomachs, and the pesentry who were allowed inside the castle for the event, to enjoy the fruits of their laybors for once, were almost unaffected by this carnige of blood and insects. some of them only getting stomach achs that led to vomiting, as they evacuated the castle.

after all the aristocrats and royalty died out in that room, only the small form of the former sacrifice started stirring. she then got up, and took the crown off the dead kings head, before placing it on her own. she then walked all the way to the central garden, the one she saw all those years in that cell. and sat down.

"...im the king now." and she ate a berry from a bush.