Price of Freedom (ode)

She would see the womans happiness fade a bit, and she felt bad. She shouldn't be raining on her parade. A sigh rolled off her lips, the womans voice pulling her ears forward as she spoke. Ah so it seemed her ex husband was keeping his transgressions a secret. Her lips curled into a half snarl, had grin. "He left so he could live happily ever after with his whore." Her words came out in a bitter hiss. She hoped he burned in the deepest pits of hell and never found a day of happiness again. Her gaze sharpened, her lips tempted to curl back into a full on snarl. Anger and hatred began to surface once more, she felt herself losing control. What would Odette think? Taking the throne of a man who could barely keep it in his pants. Closing her eye, she would take a deep breath, trying once more to calm herself, and not explode before the new ruler of Solstice. But oh how it was tempting to track him down and maim him beyond repair, to leave him so disfigured he could never love another woman again.

"Burn Baby Burn"