Say yes.

The steam breath cut through the smog, the red disappearing from the Queen's cheeks. She picked up the mallet, ready to swing. Maybe it was approaching, maybe it was just a noise. Maybe, just maybe, it was only an idea. But she had no choice now. The blood had seperated from the water. It was time. She opened her eyes. There it was, stood before her. She knew, in that moment, what to do. But she couldn't. And as she stood, frozen, she felt it creep, she felt it move inside of her.