My time had come, withering away in this secluded fortress of doom. I sat in thought on the red silk covered stool that went with the cherry wood vanity, one of the many gifts he thought I could be bought with. He was close. I could hear his breath in the wind, the waters ceased, and the fog thickened bringing visibility on the outside to none. The most telling part was the heart that formed out of nowhere in the mist my window collected. I didn’t believe he could love.
She knew her time had come. I tried to make her love me. I gave her precious gifts, the finest of jewels even from the hands of royalty, the queen of Shanpar donated her very collection of rubies and without too much persuasion. I needed her in my lonely kingdom. I loved her, a desire beyond my control. A decade spent yet she grew colder.
I could hear his heavy boots descend upon my room. The door swung open, ready to take from me, his frigid hands found their mark. He asked if I loved him.
She answered my question with a harsh denial. My absence of a heart didn’t alleviate the pain she inflicted.
He carried me swiftly in his arms through the cold night, back to where I once belonged, placing me on the doorstep I was taken captive from. He exposed his fangs, gently moved my hair, and kissed me on the forehead. His black cape shielded him as he commenced his flight. I called out, realizing I had nothing left in this world. I begged for his mercy, for his return, to carry me back to safety. I would submit.
She summoned me, unable to exist where I was not. She would be my bride; exalted.
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Leesa Writes 