The Waiting Queen

She is the Queen of the city of bones. Her foes. The bones are of demons that made her the woman she is today. She sits on her throne alone. Above all that threatened her wellbeing. Waiting for the day her king will come to kisses the scars and creased the pain away. To wipe the tears that fall from her eyes. He is the king of his own city of bones. The champion of his demons who lay dead at his feet. His foes in a pile of dismay. Death to all who comes to harm him this I promise. To the world she cries out, hurt him you will be next in my city of bones.