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Guilt.
Guilt.Guilt.Guilt.Blame.Blame.Blame.His blame.Only his, no one else's, yours, and there would be no taking the weight off of him, the one that was crushing her bones with each passing day.She was dead, she was dead inside a body that still kept walking, the bright eyes, those purple ones that you admired so much from afar, that you loved so much and selfishly wanted to keep for yourself.They were dull.Dull.Imbecile!It was going on in his head, next to his fingers that were practically pulling the blond strands that he was so attached to before, that he was so proud of before.What good was it? What good did it all do?A descendant of the heavens? The title he had inherited from the Archduke? All the power and beauty that anyone could ever wish to have?What was the use?What was the problem?What was wrong with him?Everything."I ended her life." his eyes allowed the tears to well up, so that they came out in a shaky, choked tone "everything that happened, all of it is my fault." he became aware, everything that had happened from the time he was a child, that was completely laid on his shoulders.Weight.A lot of weight.It hurt.It hurt a lot.No, he couldn't feel sorry for himself, he deserved that, he deserved to feel like a scumbag, the trash of trash for having put the person he loved in that state.Yes, the person he loved.The person he was cursed to love.The Maverick curse, a curse that would turn the life of anyone the possessor of this family's blood loved into a complete hell, an abyss of endless decay.Obviously, such a thing was completely hidden from the general public, the only thing that was known about Kyree's family was that they possessed heavenly blood, direct descent.Idiocy.All because of the idiocy of a pastel and monochromatic being, none of his successors had any moment of peace in love.Treason, the worst sin a being can commit, be it angel, demon, hybrid, dragon, star and whatever else it is.The primordial sinThe sin that that celestial committed, the sin that enraged the goddess that ended all future, all happiness.But was she even wrong?Kyree couldn't help but wonder sometimes, was she wrong for wanting to punish the one who betrayed her? To punish the one who betrayed her trust without even thinking twice?But on the other hand..., did he deserve it? Did he deserve to pay for something that happened when he didn't even exist? When he didn't even dream of existing in any way? When even his parents didn't dream of it?...and more importantly, did Ethel deserve it?....No, she never did.Nothing, not a single grain of sand."I don't deserve to be in her presence, I don't deserve to have her smile at me. I shouldn't have brought her here, I shouldn't have made her fall in love with me?" Self-pity was spreading in him, self-pity that he had inherited from his blinding blood.At the end of it all, he only wanted to punish himself, he brought women he didn't want, didn't know and didn't want to know, women he couldn't even remember their faces, much less their names.He deserved that, he deserved not feeling good, he deserved just taking anyone, anyone who didn't care about the worthless guy they were going to bed with.He deserved the discomfort, he deserved the disgust he felt at himself.That was it, deserved everything but those beautiful purple eyes, less those silky hair as light as the newly arrived snow in winter.But still, he needed an heir, it was the perfect excuse, wasn't it? To not have so much guilt in approaching her, to be warm to her, to lessen the distance.But then, the excuse was gone.He felt contempt.Contempt for himself, for what he had done, for feeling that he had used her as he did all those women who came to his room, with all the distractions around him.Contempt of the man he saw that he was, one who ripped the child from its mother's arms, one who ripped it coldly as if it was something natural, something instinctive.A monster.That's what he became, that's what he was.And when he saw that scene, the scene of her unconscious next to one of those mere distractions.Cut throat.Strangulation.How far had she come, how did she come to such a point of madness? Of complete insanity that nothing else mattered? That everything could be thrown away?But he hadn't been the first witness, he was only there because they called him.He would have to arrest her.He would have to pretend that he didn't care, that he never cared."Ethel...Ethel…" he said as low as a whisper to himself, one that seemed to plead that she could forgive him, one that seemed to beg that everything could be all right, if only for a moment "Ethel, my sweet Ethel…" continued with a whimper, one that would not be heard, not by the person he was expecting nor by anyone near there.He was alone.He would remain alone.He and that cursed blood.That heavenly blood, decadent blood."Is there any way to get it out of there? Can I get it out?" He began to question himself, like a frightened child who wanted his parents' help "is there any way to change anything? Is there any way I can live happily with her?" he stopped after saying this, abruptly opening those deep sapphire eyes; it was selfish, he knew it was selfish to want something with her at this point.Something happy with the person he had ruined his life with.Joke.It could only be a joke.He laughed softly, but that didn't last long, as he heard shouting from all sides, clanging of swords and armor.They had invaded, but why had they invaded?Ethel.She might be in danger.He thought almost automatically, so automatically that he didn't even think about it, he didn't even think that she was trapped, it didn't matter, and besides, what would they want with a woman who was at death's door?He hadn't thought, when he realized...he was staring into those dark eyes, the ones that possessed an aura far more powerful than his own.❈•♱•♱•᯽•♱•♱•❈
᯽⊱❈═ A U D R A ═❈⊰᯽He would take that cold body in his arms, the one that was now lifeless and unresponsive, the one that now had a blade stuck in it with blood flowing as profusely as it did in a waterfall.He would bring her back.He stood up with her on his lap, and walked to the outside of the cell, where Kyree was staring at him with those deep eyes."Why are you still here?" the dragon asked in a cold, cutting way, with an arched lip that matched his "I thought you didn't care" he turned his now silver eyes to Ethel, eyes that now carried melancholy and regret."I had to be sure you wouldn't make a joke when you left," he said as he fixed his sapphire gaze on the corpse, "did you kill her?" he seemed to try to keep his tone unchanged, but clearly failed when he sounded embarrassed and frightened."Why do you care?" the silver eyes stared at him "do you want to pretend that she matters now?" he spoke trying to contain the scream he wanted to give, the anger he wanted to throw at
᯽⊱❈═ E T H E L ═❈⊰᯽At the festival, this was where she was, this place she found herself, in this call full of noise, people, and colors too vivid for her eyes to keep up with.'I don't know where to look…' she thought as she closed her eyes briefly, trying to make them not hurt, trying to get a direction of where she was, where she was taken."Ready...whoa...? - She looked around, looked everywhere possible but couldn't find it.No sign of those brown hairs that looked like honey when the sun was shining; no sign of those platinum hairs like hers.She was lost."We didn't even get to the festival properly." she realized while searching, while trying to see hair as white as the petals of a lily "how can I lose such white hair?" she asked herself, a question that was recurrent even in her early life, since it didn't enter her head how she could not find her father, not with such an extravagant color on his head."Miss...?" a child with black skin, burgundy hair and silver eyes asked a
᯽⊱❈═ A U D R A ═❈⊰᯽He had seen her again, had met those violet eyes he had seen lifeless, had seen that white hair without being stained with a viscous, icy crimson.He just saw her, being a child and simply... living."This... makes me happy," his forearm covered his eyes, eyes that could no longer stand the light coming into them, "I hope you're not an idiot like the first time," he smiled at the thought, wondering if she could ever reach that level again, if she would ever fall in love with that unhappy celestial.No, she couldn't.He hoped something would confirm that she was smarter than he expected."She has her memories, there's no way…" the silver-eyed man found himself answering his own questioning "only if he really thought he could change something, and this... clearly isn't the case" his voice was getting lower, worried "there's no way to change something like that, he's an imbecile of a Maverick" his teeth clenched, clenched, clen
᯽⊱❈═ E T H E L ═❈⊰᯽· · • • • One month later • • • · ·Papers, papers and more papers. That's what she had in her hands at that moment, the ones she had picked up while her father was not in his office."Let's see, who could it be?"She concentrated while reading in the middle of that garden full of flowers, the fragrance was spreading everywhere because of the wind that now messed up her hair and made it difficult to read."For the… I nee-...A leaf ended up flying through the air and a slight panic filled her. She couldn't lose that leaf, she shouldn't even have that leaf to begin with.But in the midst of this, red hair was seen next to a black garment that accompanied the hand that took the document. It was the boy who had helped her at the festival."...What are you doing here?" he seemed to really question as he looked into those silver eyes."Your father sa
᯽⊱❈═ A U D R A ═❈⊰᯽He kept looking at his options, what would be the culprits?Obviously, if they took out the damn archduke and the damn curse that went with it, maybe even that wouldn't be necessary in a way, maybe a culprit wouldn't even show up before that thing they called Kyree sprouted and fell in love with her...but it was good not to remedy, he didn't want to make any mistakes this time."Suspects..., suspects..., suspects…" he started mumbling to himself.Nobles? But what nobles? That family was barely involved in anything, you barely heard Verena's name in the gossip wheels, they were practically erased in this matter, and only stand out in a way by their title..., so something from within would be more likely?"On her mother's part? No, what would be the motive? It's a distant place and they're a family of priests, plus the place goes well...from her father? Who is left? That old woman with the sour face?"He took the artifact and ac
᯽⊱❈═ A U D R A ═❈⊰᯽More days went by, and with them, more meetings between Ethel and Audra.Be it in the garden where the platinum one used to stay, or sometimes a certain being with dragon wings landing on the balcony of her room.And these encounters were something the little dragon treasured in his chest, even if he never dared to say it out loud."You should stop coming to my balcony, they might get the wrong idea," the girl said with some concern."So what? If they get it wrong, that's less bad suitors for you," the burgundy-haired one said as if it were too obvious, "no loss.""You mean none, don't you?" She leaned her elbows on the railing, and sulked as she looked up at the reddish sky, which made the color of her eyes even more vibrant."Whatever, you don't have to think about it now," the little dragon lay down on the ledge and began to twirl a violet between his fingers, "and even when the time comes to think about it, I won't let any
⊰᯽⊱┈A U D R A┈⊰᯽⊱· · • • • two years later • • • · ·The celebration of the seventh birthday of the ducal princess. There was so much pink and so many frilly things around the place, that the little dragon swore that when he left there, he wouldn't be able to see another color in his eyes for quite a while."You came! I was beginning to think I'd be alone..." the purple-eyed one whimpered as she clung to his arm."You'd think I'd leave you alone on your birthday, what do you think I am?" she asked with one of her eyebrows arched as a slight smile painted on her face.The purple-eyed one gave a mischievous smile before opening her mouth.She didn't want to hear it, it would be better."Don't answer" he placed one of his fingers in front of the girl's lips, which made her laugh lowly; so consequently the red haired one gave a long sigh and a simple smile."Can you be here? Shouldn't you be talking to the others?" the little dragon questioned her as she reached out to straighten her own
᯽⊱❈═ E T H E L ═❈⊰᯽I didn't want to stay there anymore, I didn't want to go into that place again at all and see that face, even before that was the face of someone he loved."So..., was that it? But is that curse right? He had condemned me for loving me? But he...he..." was stuck in her head for a while, she felt like she was now in a deep, dark place that she couldn't get out of, and maybe, she didn't want to get out."We got out..., now you can breathe..."She heard a familiar voice in the background, and slowly she felt the warm hand that held hers carefully."Where were you in my first life?" he questioned within himself.He wouldn't have gone through any of that, and even if he had, he would have a place to come back to, someone to throw in his lap and tell how unfair it all was, how it was all too painful and cruel....What were you doing the first time? And why...did it come so unexpectedly this one?"Violet...?" the silver eyes