# Evil # #medieval imaginary #palace #counterattack
Adela killed the real lord's daughter, wore her dress and got into the wedding car, wandering from the dirt of the Colosseum to the palace.
The king warmed her wine, the prince ate the candied fruits she pushed over, and the female official replaced her with wild flowers from the north. Everyone thought she was here to be the queen.
They didn't know that there was a bone knife that had been sharpened for three years sewn into her sleeve, and they didn't know that the real lord's daughter lay inside the locked door.
The day she entered the palace, she just wanted to survive.
As long as you live, greed will grow.
Survive first. Sit tight again. Then push all the people who looked down upon her into the mud one by one. Then - sit on the highest place and look down at the road you have walked.
The palace door opened for her. She has the final say who closes the door in the end.
From the Colosseum to the throne, the path she walked was shorter than others - because there were people stepping on each step.
She wasn't here to be queen. She came to grab a kingdom for herself.
