I don't know what got into me but something inside of me makes me feel the urge to kill. As all of my hatred towards the ruler and what he had done had been unleashed. Because I was bottling it up for quite a long time.
And now I can let everything out in one big stream of hot tears pouring down my face. The burning sensation of my bloodlust is still strong.
Still so powerful that I could very well destroy everything around me. Everything and anything, just like my mother had wanted, with my bare hands if I needed to. But right now, my eyes are set on two people and one thing only; I need him dead.
As soon as he turns away from her, I rush forward and tackle him to the ground. A hand clamps over his mouth before he can cry out. It takes all my self-control not to rip his throat out as quickly as possible and throw him aside.
