Standing by the window, I take in the city below me, my city. People think men rule, that men are the only ones to strike fear through people. They always underestimate me. I laugh to myself at the thought. I was brought up to rule, to take over. While my father wanted a son, everything was left to me, and I have done nothing but prove to him that a woman can rule and ensure everything goes well.My head falls forward, and this world isn't what it was before. My father retired, and things changed, but not as much as in the last few months with him gone entirely. Death took him, and for some reason, when people hear of his death, they fight me. They think I will crack and become weak; instead, I stood taller, stronger and fought back just as hard, if not harder.Yet, I can't stop the feeling of hate. I hate myself for how I am and for the things I have done. This world is a man's world, or at least a woman without remorse because every time I cause blood to drop, it bur
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