I dragged the young man by his hair to Vic, kicking the back of his knees so he was forced to kneel in front of her. The way her chest puffed as she looked down at him sent heat rushing through my veins straight to my core. Finally, people would see Victoria the way I did. Could see the way she was meant to tower over those weaker than her. To see how good she looked when she was looking down at a squirming, crying coward. A goddess looking down upon her kingdom, ready to enact her righteous justice
