Measured, clacking sounds of high-heels can be heard walking towards an elegantly decorated hall; illuminated only by the sun’s rays streaming down from glass panels, grand frescoes decorating its concave ceiling.

Two imposing guards stationed at the entrance saluted as she passed by, stopping before the foot of a raised dais.

“My Lady.” She reverently said, bowing deeply to the woman sitting on the throne.

Eyes lazily opened and a smirk slowly forming on her tinted lips.

“So it's time.”

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How does one act when luck granted power unimaginable. To rule? Become rich? Murder? Decisions one makes have consequences.

And there’s always a catch.