The people in her kingdom adored her they always gave her gifts when she visited the local town unlike Amish, he despised her and was fed up of niceness and the way she ran the country ‘kill all the peasants’ was his motto so he wanted to ‘dispose’ of her.
Miriam adored flowers so most days she went out on her own walking and collecting wild flowers. Amish spent the next five weeks devising a cunning and deceitful plan and eventually came up with a horrible idea. That night he called a meeting with the knights and told them his plan, “right listen up” shouted Amish “when goody two shoes Miriam goes picking her stupid flowers I’m going to make her wish she’d never been Queen, are you lazy good for nothing knights going to help me?”
“Were busy…um…um… training, yes that’s it!” stated the chief knight. Unknown to Amish the knights loathed him and told Miriam.
“He’s going to kill you he is!” revealed one Knight
“You wanna be careful you do!” told another
“Oh well thank you boys I’ll bear that in mind?” replied Miriam with a puzzled look on her face. She had suspicions that the guards were round the bend but this had made her mind up.
Its absurd Miriam shouted, my own brother; my own flesh and blood would not do that to me surely? Miriam thought that her brother was not capable of such a deed, but she thought wrong!
Three days before the tragic event there was no sign of Amish and Miriam was concerned, nevertheless the day came when Miriam went walking she set out with her flower bag and picnic.
“Wow pansy, poppy, tulip excellent!” exclaimed Miriam she sat down near her favourite spot, under the oak tree by the pond. After her delightful meal she sat under the tree with her favourite flowers in her hand admiring her surroundings.
Then suddenly…THUD the world flashed in front of her slowly she fell to the ground. Amish stood their laughing brandishing a tree branch, he knew the blow to the back of her head would be fatal and he was correct.
He picked her lame, limp body from the grass and with big heave he hurled her into pond. Amish casually walked back to the castle pretending nothing had happened.
Meanwhile Miriam lay their bloated, decaying. Her worrying over and no more problems. As time passed people started to become suspicious and saying things like “where’s Miriam, I haven’t seen her in ages.” The guards became even more suspicious and remembered the things Amish had said about making her wish she’d never been queen.
Amish slipped out from the castle in the dead of night in search of the body. He could hear screams also the distinctive hoot of owls and the howling of dogs in the distance brought all sorts of images into his mind.
He got to the pond…looked…and looked again…but there was no sign Miriam’s body anywhere.
