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I forget her name but the Queen of Hearts, with a name similar to Samantha, was not always so liberated. Before she had the throne, her lands were dominated by the Patriarchy. Her father was your typical misogynistic b*****d. The p***k was never faithful to his wife and could barely stomach being with her once she started showing her age. And she, being the weak woman that she was, became a placeholder or a token Queen. She had little will of her own, blaming the failed marriage and her lost love for her powerlessness.

Samantha's mother could not, or more accurately, would not, stand up against the King or perform any of her duties. Though she slipped into the comma of uselessness, at least Samantha's mother didn't fall into the same boozy floozy escapism that her father had fallen prey to.

Samantha's own fight started with that escapism, the blame game. Her father snuck into her quarters and coerced his loving daughter, who was underage at the time, to do unspeakable deeds. When she didn't do it right and fought, he called in the guards and forced it upon her. She could have escaped into her little happy place in her mind, and for a while it worked, but it didn't stop her father's hands or his body. Instead she worked with him that night. If things didn't work out, she was a clever girl and figured that she could at least take him by surprise at some point.

Lying back didn't solve problems, it created them. So, Samantha took initiative and helped her father with his cruel deed upon her womanhood. The guards stepped back and watched, perhaps even taking pleasure as well in the sight of their young princess. When her father finished, taking what could never belong to him, she swallowed and slapped him across the face. "Pull yourself together!" she said venomously. Her voice should have stammered, after being so shaken, but it was cold and harsh, barely raised for the anger within her breast.

She stormed out of her room and found a lone corridor to slide her back down as she fell apart. Covering her mouth, she let loose the tears that ached and burned.

God knows how many b*****d siblings she would have to fight against in the future, but upon that night, she knew she would not give up the throne lightly. Things would be different for her. Her life would not be this way for long. It would not be the life of her parents.