MONSTERS AND MAGIC | Machiavelli's Princess (requested by henrrywinter)
He thinks he owns her. They all do. In the streets they cry out for her; queen, saint, saviour. They clamber at the palace gates, and she opens her arms to them. They think she’s a fairy-tale, but she is a knife in the dark, a poisoned chalice. She will own every last golden apple.
He thinks the kingdom is his, but she could have him replaced. The barons are under her thumb; the general dreams of falling into her bed. She bears her husband daughters and teaches them to smile. If a man ever tries to make you love him, she tells them, crush him under your heel.