What you want

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“The end justifies the means.”

She carefully began to brush her hair, staring at her reflection in the mirror, smiling as she began to add her usual makeup, and place her hair in its usual standard form. She held her hand above her head and snapped her fingers sharply. Three servants came to her side and kneeled. She ordered each to do their job, and they would. To such perfection. They were her servants, her guardians. They did what she wanted, always.

But she was never satisfied.

She demanded to be coveted as the princess she was. She wanted to know that she was perfect. That’s what they did. If they didn’t comply, she would become the Goddess of Night, and cause them true terror. She would flaunt her powers like a goddess. A goddess. She could demand anything she wanted, like a goddess. A goddess. She could do as she pleased, like a goddess. A goddess. She was the goddess of night. The Goddess of Fright. She was perfect.

But she was never satisfied.

She believed that she was perfect. She believed that everyone deserved to fawn over her. She believed that anyone who went against her was foolish. She smiled, adding more lipstick. No one could cross her and expect to not be humiliated. She was perfect. She could not be crossed. No one was above her. She laughed as she thought of those who even tried to cross her. It would just end in a game of cat and mouse. Yes, She would always be the cat, and they the mouse. It was perfect. She was perfect.

Oh, what a lie she lived.

“A horse! A horse! My kingdom for a horse!”