I Am King

The sun glistened like the clean gold in the room. The empty room I may add. The room was practically empty besides the throne the king sat on and a few gold statues of himself and the queen. There was an eerie silence in the room as if I have lost my hearing. I couldn’t understand why I was here, all I knew was I had to take over the throne and let nothing stop me.
The king stands up, removing his cloak and revealing a sword only a king would be worthy to hold. I stood there amazed and wondering where he could have gotten that from. He takes it out of his sheath and it hisses, almost like it was mocking me to attack.
I take out my own, worthless sword, dull as a slither of grass. I charge forward and scream at the king, challenging him to a game of life or death.
He stands up, accepting my challenge and casually starts walking toward me, while at the same time looking like a killer.
Our swords meet and I hear a clang as they clash. Then another as our swords meat for a second time. I dodge the third attack and thrust my dull sword toward his royal body. Weapon meats flesh and the king fall’s to the ground and screams out in pain. I ignore the pitiful cries for help and slide the sword out of him. I then victoriously finish him with one more thrust toward his heart. It lands with a sickening crunch and I know I have won.
I pick up the crown by the now dead body and place it on my head. It seems a little too big, but I figure I’ll grow into it eventually. I strut out the door of the castle with a cheerful smirk on my face. I have won, I am king.