Notes

I felt the coolness of metal against my skin, a quiet drop of blood caressing my features as it ran down the expensive fabric of my gown, seeping into its satin material before splattering my shoes. The handle possessed a blade which curved, forming a pointed end. This end was pressed firmly against my throat, though the hand that held it quavered slightly.

He had been sent to protect me, and this... was quite the contrary. The thing was, the trickle of blood, the falter in his hand… It only made me want him even more desperately. It was a convoluted beauty which sent me into hysteria, a whimper quavering off of my lip at the very sensation of his body so close to mine.

“You’re so easily riled up…” he mused, foot scuffing the ground as the blade pierced my skin, digging into my flesh- which only sent a gasp tumbling past my lips.

How come nobody else was there? Why was it that when I needed them the most- they seemed to disappear.



“What is the point of all this?” I finally managed, lifting what I believed to be a “no-good” heel, forcefully pressing its pointed end into his foot. His pressure lessened, pulling away just slightly. “You have no status anyway, you won’t be able to take my throne.” I noticed his eyes flickering with the statement, desire flourishing.

My lips were chapped from the heavy breaths and intakes of air, each struggled gasp pushing me further and further away from reality. The guard had managed to press me against the edge of a table, and that is where we currently stood, one of his own hands grasping mine, the other tightly holding the handle that encircled the blade.

With my free hand I took the crown which was perched atop my head, waving it shakily in front of his face. “You want this silly little thing… Really?” I cooed, licking my lips as I ran a thumb over its gem encrusted surface.

His gaze faltered that exact moment, which allowed me to pull away, blood still curling down my neck.

“Really Dominic?” My hands were shaking despite my confident stance, the crown clattering to the floor. I bit at my lip, swaying slightly at the sight of redness which had begun to form a small pool at my feet. I could only slip once I turned around, conveniently landing merely inches away from his chest. Immediately I took the blade, swiftly pulling it away, examining its handle.

“Ah- Well you most certainly won’t be needing this.” My fingers tightened around the material, examining my pale reflection that bounced off of the blade. He looked anxious as I leaned forward. I could feel his heated breath against my features.

He wouldn’t hurt me now. There was a steady stream of people just now beginning to enter. The looks that came from them were shocking, as if they had caught us doing something far from orthodox.

I’ll admit… the position was a little suggestive.

“She’s beautiful- really,” I hummed, twisting the blade in between my fingers, lifting to press it at his throat, tracing a wavering line of blood which quavered down his collarbone. “I think i’m having a deja-vu dominic, isn’t this what you were doing a few moments ago?” A laugh. My pressure increased.

“I liked you. Loved you even- I really did. But you weren’t the first. Maybe I was foolish though.” His lips parted with a gasp, jaw tightening, a line of sweat dripping down its harsh edge.

“You said you would protect me, loved me, actually.” The room was empty except for him and I.

“But-! You lied. You lied, you lied, you lied. And I- the *beepity* idiot I am… believed you.” His eyes blurred with pain, the shivering warmth of the candlelight casting a glow upon his features.

“But do you know who’s an even bigger idiot?” A thud sounded as I pressed the blade to him one last time, life draining along with his blood.

“You.”