TW: Bl00d & G0re, Su1c1de and M0rd3r
Click. Click. Click. That's all they heard when they walked down the hallway, towards the empty ballroom. Hoping no one would hear them. Slowly opening the doors to the ballroom, they peeked in and let out a sigh of relief when they saw no one was there, just the rainbows on the ground, reflecting from the moonlight hitting the chandelier. Slowly walking in, closing the door behind them. Walking up to the mirror on the side of the ballroom, seeing the gigantic ballgown, the bottom stained a gorgeous dark red color. They walked around, looking at the paintings they made, red and glorious. All of them, portraits of the girls who went missing for over 2 years. Over 42 paintings, hanging there in the room. Walking up to the newest one in the collection, swiping their finger over the still wet paint, licking it from their finger. Hearing a creak, they slowly turned around, to see him. Standing there in his perfect black suit. Red details. Walking up to him, slowly spinning, the dress spinning around them, displaying the perfect dark red ombre. "May I have this dance, your majesty?" he asked, grabbing their hand. Smiling, they nodded and the music started playing.

They danced around each other, not saying a word. The dancing did the speaking. The only sounds heard were the music, the sound of their heels clicking while they danced, and the beating of their hearts, slowly fading away behind the echoing sound of the music. Pulling them closer. "You killed all of them. Why?" he whispered into their ear. "I'm not sharing you. You're mine and mine only. Every other woman looking at you, with a little more than just admiration is not supposed to be in our kingdom. They all got the choice to either leave or die. None of them left. They all had their choices." they whispered back, smirking. Pulling back, he looked at them with stars in his eyes. The music died down, stopping them from dancing any further. They stood opposite each other, looking into the other's eyes. Drip. Drip. Drip. Looking behind them, they saw the last painting they made dripping red. "H-help... P-Please.." was heard from behind the painting. Walking towards the painting, they grabbed the sword from the wall next to it and stabbed it right through the painting. Red flowing through the hole in the painting, a dull thud was heard. Dropping the sword, they turned around with blood splatter on their face. "God..." he whispered, both fear and love in his eyes. They ran to him, jumping into his arms and pressing a kiss to his lips. "You're mine." they whispered once more. "I'm yours." he whispered back, falling to his knees, still holding her in his arms. They sat there, for over an hour, the only things that were heard were their heartbeats and the faint mumbles of the girls behind the paintings.

"Are you sure you want to do this.." they asked. "One hundred percent darling. No one can break us apart from each other." he answered them, laying down on the gigantic canvas. Sitting down next to him, they pressed one last kiss to his lips. "I love you" he whispered. "I love you too" they whispered back before stabbing him with the sword they held in their hands. They held him in their hands until his eyes went dull, having no more soul behind them. Pulling the sword from his chest, they stood up and put the sword to their own chest. "Goodbye world. Don't miss me too much." they whispered, stabbing themselves with the same sword, falling backward and mixing the blood of them and their lover on the canvas. Illuminated by the moonlight, making their final piece of art. Holding his hand, the royal guards ran in and everything became a blur.
~fin
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