My husband thinks my name is Bella

Here's flash fiction / poem I've written as a challenge, based on the following prompt.

Write a story that is between 100 and 500 words long. It must start with the following line: "My husband thinks my name is Bella."

Enjoy!

My husband thinks my name is Bella.

He also thinks I'm from Kenya.

If I play my cards right, at sundown I will rule his kingdom.

It will all have been worth it.

The killing,

the skinning,

and more importantly, wearing her.

Her skin and her voice.

Her smiles and her laughs.

Her gestures and her gait.

Her memories.

I just have to be a little more patient, wait

for the right moment when,

like every night, he will come to my room.

He will push the door gently and say

"May I come in, Bella, my love?".

And like every night,

he will lead me to the balcony,

and brush the entirety of his kingdom

with a wide swipe of his right hand,

the left resting on my hips.

Her hips.

And he will say:

"Look how peaceful and happy they are under my rule.

They could have never hoped for a better King,

Don't you think?"

Just a little push. It's all it will take.

Then finally my people will be free, and that's ---

"What are you writing, Bella, my love?"

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