Crown Of His Affection

*There are poisons that blind you and poisons that open your eyes...*I sat at the edge of the large bed in the spacious chamber, located in a lonesome tower, underneath this room were dozens of empty others. A cold shiver ran down my spine at the realization that it would be just the two of us living in this tall tower, a frightening nightmare. My palms were soaked in sweat, as countless possibilities wandered across my mind, all pointing toward why it had to be me. As I arranged my thoughts, my ears picked up on the sound of the chamber door creaking open, followed immediately by a set of calculated footsteps. My heart skipped a beat as the door was slammed shut and the footsteps got closer. I straightened my back and placed my hands on both laps, fighting back the tears that had long since welled up in my eyes. At this point, even the slightest provocation could cause my resolve to shatter. From the corner of my eye, I noticed him tower over me, casting his shadow against my lo

“What if everything in the world were a misunderstanding, what if laughter were really tears?”I lost my appetite at the thought of having my country eradicated at the snap of one man's fingers, but then again, the thought crept into my head.Didn't they all deserve that?No, I know I mustn't think that way, but knowing that my parents chose Daphne over me was overwhelming. "Eat quickly so I can give you a bath." I knitted my brows against each other, wondering if this there weren't any maids to do this kind of work, and who exactly was this woman."I'm Penelope, but everyone here calls me Pen." She said, practically reading my thoughts. I nodded in acknowledgement and began drinking of the soup she brought me. It was tasteless. But I had to endure it, heavens knows what my future would come to if the king went on a rampage. After I finished eating, I stood up and hung my black cloak over the white wedding dress, pulling it's hood over my blonde hair. Penelope raised a brow and f

*If You Don't Sacrifice For What - You Want, What You Want Will Be The Sacrifice.*He told me to continue playing, but there was barely any strength left in me, he rested his chin on my shoulder, pressing his cheek against my bloodied neck. I could feel his rushed breathing and I could tell that he was in excruciating pain, hence I painfully closed my eyes and continued to play the spinet. At first he made no reaction to the notes, but shortly after I began playing, his breathing stilled.What was going on exactly?"Just like that." I heard him say under his breath, perhaps to encourage me, this king had no clue that the only thing I felt while around him was untamed fear. As I continued the play the spinet, I felt his weight on me get heavier, he had long since stopped feeding off me, and I couldn't hear his whimpers any longer. So, I stopped playing and tried to check on him, only to find out that the King had fallen unconscious on my shoulder!"How can it be?" I voiced out in fri

*If you look the right way, you can see that the whole world is a garden...*It was foolish of me to have believed that his Majesty would storm into the tower and rescue me at my most desperate hour. From the beginning, I had always been cast aside and told to "deal" with it. Now was no different. This intruder sucked the living daylights out of me, up to the point that he had to hoist me off the floor because my knees had caved in from how much this hurt. Fortunately, something I couldn't understand must have happened, because he pulled away suddenly, not caring that I fell hard on my ass."I'll be back for more another time." He flung his head over his shoulder and announced, before ceremoniously taking his leave out the window. At the mention that he would be back, my heart tightened, and with what little strength left in me I staggered off the floor and made for the dresser. I pulled open a drawer and reached for a bottle of medicine Penelope had given me."Ouch." I yelped in

*If life were predictable it would cease to be life, and be without flavor...*What could he mean by that, I wondered all throughout the night, tossing and turning in my sleep. The room reeked of an uneven mix of blood, sweat and wax, and a cold breeze kept me company up until the next morning. I was of the opinion, that since I was recuperating, I would spend another day or two in bed. However, I got an unwanted surprise when the same woman from yesterday arrived, with an umbrella in hand.I knitted my brows trying to recall her name, thankfully she was quick witted and made a reintroduction. "My name is Penelope, but you can call me Pen." She said, giving a lacking bit of information. My eyes darted to the umbrella in her hand, wondering what it was for. She seemed to catch my perplexity and pulled her lips back into a satisfied grin, "I don't believe you've gotten a tour of the castle yet." She said."I don't believe I was offered one." I replied, just realizing I had been confi