I Told The Stars About You...

him...

You raised your sword. One move and King Charles will be gone forever. What a pretty face, you think. Perfect symmetrical nose, perfect soft light pink lips, and perfect eyes. Oh, those green eyes. 

They were your home at one point. 

Your peace. 

You were friends, more than friends. You fell in love with this man. Oh no, it was more than love. It was a fire burning your soul. It was something that made you feel alive. Every time you two were together, your stomach did flips and turns. You were always nervous around him. You remember your first dance with him suddenly. You were just a naive, young girl with fairytale dreams. He saw you from across the ballroom, and you were the only one who caught his attention. He asked you to dance, and when you accepted, you were twirling in the middle of all of the other men and women that were surrounding you, watching. Girls envied you, for they wanted to be you, to sway around the room with Charles. To fall deeply in love with his green eyes that were staring deep into yours. Memories continued to flow through your mind, all the sneaking about, and staying up late laughing. It hurt. His breath on your neck, hands on your torso, his laughter, his soft, shiny long blond hair that shines like gold. Yeah, that was a fairytale you wished for. How? How did things get to this point? You felt hot tears make their way down your rosy cheeks. No! I can't seem weak to him. He smirked. He remembered all those things as well.

"I had to. A King has responsibilities."