𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭

~𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞~

The guard just blatantly laughs at his face.
"Oh, tell that to your father, I'm sure he'll love it!" He emphasizes the word Father, indicating that he does in fact know the king isn't Fredrick's father.

Oh poor Fredrick, he must be thinking of Iris, revenge on his father, his mother, everything I've ruined, right now. I really do hope mother at least saves Iris.

Some more guards storm in on us, taking restrain from the royal guards.
"Take them to the dungeon!" Demands the one who ruined our plans.
"And be sure to inform his majesty."

Fredrick and I steal a glance, it was only a sec long but I can see the hurt in his eyes. The disappointment.
I almost feel like my whole life would crumble.
Why do I ruin everything?
God if I just have the chance to fix it, I would do anything.
I don't want him to think badly of me. I promise I'm way stronger.

Loads of unmuttered words are exchanged between us.
I pleading for forgiveness, him blaming me - or at least I think so-, worries, plans, and everything.
Until, he does the last thing I expect.
He smiles at me.
He so genuinely smiles at me, and says 'it'll be alright'
He hugs and comforts me while in the hands of the soliders that once protected him.
Now I feel even more guilty.
How can he be this affable to me? When all I've done is ruin his life.

⥞✦⥟

We were taken to a dungeon, where we'll spend the night.
We're both in cells, separate, but face one another.
Not a single word was muttered. Wether by mouth or eyes. He refuses to meet mine, and I refuse to meet his. Embarrassed by what he's thinking of me perhaps.

The cell just like the rest of this uncanny castle is utterly cold.
Windows open, and the wind playing it's own instrument under the moonlight outside and candlelight inside, swaying however it feels like, creating these tunes that heal my loneliness.

My mind's just taken the best of me. Instead of Fredrick, mother or Farely blaming me, it does.
'You shouldn't have agreed' it screams.
'No, no, they needed you but you've made things worse, blowing a golden chance just like you always do.' It's voice screeches down my whole body, convincing every cell in mine that I'm unworthy.
'I am not' I fight back, 'I've made a mistake!'
'You always do.'
And at that, I have nothing to say, because it is true.