I stood there with the hilt of a dagger in my hand and a blade imbedded in the chest of the man in front of me. He stared back at me, betrayal in his eyes. 

"Why?" the man sputtered with blood in his mouth.

"I did what I had to..."

"You'll... never... get away... with... this..."

"At least we are all free of you and your depravity."

I watched rage fill his eyes at my words.

"You... b*tch..."

Those were the last words of the man I stabbed. The man I stabbed in the throne room. The man who ruined my life. The man who took everything away from me. The man that I was now free from.

"Freedom," I whispered to myself.