Queen

Theodosia's P.O.V.

"Theodosia Fidelia!"
I looked up. "Yes, sir?"
"Why are you here today?"
My eyes flitted to the empty door. "To challenge the Queen Dara, sir."
"Would you like any last words?"
"No, thank you, sir."
Queen Dara strode into the room, carting her weapon of choice--a sword.
"Hello, dearie," she said saccharinely. "What's your name?"
"Theodosia Fidelia," I said.
"Theodosia... Hm," she said as she inspected her blade before suddenly launching herself at me. "I think I'll call you Theo."
I scowled, dodging her attack and spinning around. She charged again, and I managed to punch her before she swung her sword, but it didn't slow her down much.
She snarled. "A peasant like you will never be queen."
"Yeah," I agreed. "Unless I kill you."
I shoved her and she landed squarely on her feet. "Nice try," she spat as I lurched forward.
I hissed, grabbing her ear and twisting it. She shrieked, pushing me off and jabbing at me with her sword. I pulled myself back up slowly, breathing heavily. She smirked triumphantly.
This isn't over yet, lady.
I pulled my dagger from my boot and threw it at her. She screamed as it planted itself in her thigh, narrowly missing her knee. I smiled, running up to her to retrieve my weapon. She flailed her sword towards me, but I ducked as I pulled the knife out of her leg. I raised my arms and breathed in, then out before driving the small knife through her chest. I smiled as she convulsed on the floor, cleaning my dagger. The guard called in a few other people, but by the time they got there Queen Dara was dead. He walked over to me.
"How old are you?" He asked.
"Twelve," I said, brushing my hair out of my face.
He scowled. "Come on, kid."
"Where ya goin' Henry?" One of the other guards asked as another toted her body away to be prepared for burial.
"Says she's twelve," Henry replied, carted me away by the collar.
"Ah." The guy nodded.
---------------------------------------------------
Henry threw the door open. "Mr. Fidelia, Mrs. Fidelia?"
My parents shot to their feet, along with one of my brothers.
"Yes, sir?" Papa asked.
"This lass just killed Queen Dara," Henry informed him.
"Not again, Theo," my other brother said as he stood up.
"I'd recommend refraining from killing the next Queen until you're old enough to replace her, miss," Henry told me, releasing my collar. He nodded to my parents. "Good day, sir, ma'am."
Papa closed the door behind Henry before turning to me, arms crossed and fingers tapping. "Sit, Theodosia."
I nodded, sitting at the kitchen table.
Papa's chair scraped on the wooden floorboards as he pulled it in. "Why in the world did you kill the queen again?"
I shrugged. "I didn't have anything better to do."
"Actually," Mama intervened before Papa could say anything. "You're grounded for two weeks."
Papa got up and walked away. I hung my head, getting up and heading for the stairs.
"Theo," Mama stopped me. "You need to help with supper."
"Okay Mama," I mumbled, dragging my feet as much as possible on the way to the sink.
"You know, Theo," my brother Lance commented, returning to his seat. "If you'd stop killing queens you might not get in so much trouble."
"Yeah, but she needs the practice," my other brother said, stealing a snap pea from the bowl to my right.
"Ivan," Mama scolded him.
"Ivan!" My sister called, running into the kitchen.
"Yes, Lex?" Ivan asked.
"Can you walk to school with me tomorrow?" She asked, climbing onto a chair.
"Sure thing."
"Actually, he can't," Mama said. "Sorry to disappoint."
"Ivan's helping in the fields tomorrow, Lexington," Papa said as he re-entered the kitchen. "Don't get too excited, Lance, you are too."
"Darnit," Lance muttered.
"Make way," Mama said, walking through them with a pan of Tamale Pie straight from the oven. Lance leaned back and Ivan stepped to the side, allowing Mama to navigate around Lex easily. I carried over the bowl of snap peas as Mama collected a bowl of strawberries and the milk from the refridgerator. Papa sat down, Mama soon following suit as I scurried around the table to my place beside Lex. The six year old grabbed my hand and Papa's hand for grace, and I put my other hand in Mama's.
"Ame-"
Someone started beating on the door. Papa lifted his head slowly and Mama opened her eyes, bewildered.
"Who on earth?" She questioned as Lance opened the door.
"I'm looking for a Marian Weiss?" The man asked.
Papa's eyes shot to Mama, who turned.
"You're under arrest."