The Clocktower loomed over the city, endless gears spinning as the hands tick-tocked on. Alone the Queen walked its shadowed halls, passing under the swinging pendulum, circling the turning mechanisms. By day she kept her lonely court of clockwork men in her lonely throne room. By night she tossed and turned under her sheets, each second marked by the grinding of gears and all-pervading ticking.
Long ago she cast all others from her sight: king, courtiers, peasants, liars, thieves, heartbreakers.
The Queen would live alone with the ticking clock, for no clock could hurt her.
Word Count: 95
This is for Friday Fictioneers. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for running the challenge and J Hardy Carroll for providing the prompt photo!