Everyone knelt there, heads bowed, feeling as helpless and furious as she did. She wanted to fight, wanted to do something. But she was terrified. Just as everyone else. Until someone lifted their chin and stood up.
Seraphina POV
"Kill me if you must,
I shall not bow to a king who wears a crown studded with jewels of every life he has ended."
He stood from his thrown and stepped off of the raised platform to come stand before me.
As he came to stand in front of me two guards had come up behind me and grabbed my arms just above the elbow and then kicked the back of my knees. I cried out in pain as I fell to my knees. The guards still holding onto me, preventing me from falling forward. After they steady me, they hastily let go to stand on either side of me.
He took a couple steps towards me once again, he brought his hand up and gently lifted my chin so that we were looking at each other. He looked deep into my hazel eyes before dropping his hand from my face.
I close my eyes after he did so and then I felt his hot breath on my ear.
"I was going to make you my queen. You would have looked so beautiful sitting up their with me, it truly is a shame. But If that is what you wish, then let it be my command" Aedion said softly to me.
I felt his hot breath leave my face as he straightened himself and then I heard the rustling of fabric as he reached into his robes.
And then I felt the cold metal of his gun as he pressed it to my forehead. Opening my eyes to looked at him one last time, but instead he looked away from me - unable to look me in the eyes.
I fell to the ground as the sound of a single gun shot rang clear, my blood flowed onto the marble floor draining my life force out of me. I was left for dead, no one allowed to touch me but the King, my King.
In the end we are all made from flesh that can be cut, and bones that can be broken, but this was the only way to break him. I am the only one that can kill him, the beast that was born to spill blood. His mate.
He will scream for mercy, but will have none, He will not die of a silver bullet, but of his broken heart that can no longer be cured as I drew my last breath.
I am his fate that he unknowingly won.
