Villains don't get Happy Endings

Chapter 16

A/N: Before we begin, remember if you have any cute ideas for the characters or anything you'd like to point out, go ahead! With that being sad, goodluck reading ;)
PS: COULD BE GRAMMAR ERRORS.

The next day came faster than the wind of dragons flying, Adira's tired mind had finally some rest, she sunk into her mattress; birds were singing like it was an orchestra, it felt like forever since winter had left them. "Goodmorning your grace, how have you slept?"

A woman had said, slamming the doors open while she walked with black slippers towards the curtains. The white curtains were barely covering the sunlight of the beautiful season, spring.

How has time passed so quickly?
Adira sat straight, her hands slowly sinking into the sheets while the maid was already grabbing a clean new slate, fresh for the bed that was still warm.

"Monica, have you seen Felix?" Adira mumbled, her eyes scanning the room. "No your grace, would you like me to grab you some fresh clothes?" The woman asked.

"Yes please," Adira stood upon the soft carpet, the sky was painted blue with pink here and there. The maid Monica, was already cleaning the bed while Adira brushed her fingers on the nightstand.

"Are you okay, your grace?" Adira's head shoot back to the woman while she cleaned the sheets "Why wouldn't I be?" Adira said while looking back down.

"No reason, just to make sure." The maid mumbled, her slippers shoved on the clean marble floor, she threw the clean sheets onto the not-made bed.
"If you say so," Adira says, standing up, walking towards the glass-looking door.

It led to the balcony, where she stood most of her days looking outside, the birds singing their lungs out, the trees moving with every melody.
"Monica, would you mind telling one of the stable boys to prepare a horse?"
Adira's head tilted to the side when her hands touched the golden, glimmering doorknob.

"Of course, do you want me to do it right away?" Monica asked, fluttering the rose-scented blankets in the air,
"You can do it after you prepared my bed," Adira said right after, twisting the glimmering knob.

The door opened with a gust of wind flooding in the room, the blankets almost flew away with the wind as Adira's looks did too. A grin appeared on her face, with the harmony of nature embracing the new season.

"Don't you just love spring?" Adira asked with both of her hands holding the glass door, but something felt off when it became dead-quiet.
"Monica?" Adira asked, turning her head with the wind.

"Hello, darling." A male voice echoed through the room when Adira turned herself around along with her silky dress.
"Felix?" There he stood, his dried-up muddy boots, ripped black jeans, and his black leather jacket that smelled like awfully cheap rum.

His hair on the front with dark circles around his eyes, but the concerning part was the knife onto Monica's throat and his smirk as it was being pushed against her artery.
"Did you have to make such a big entrance?" The struggle to breathe became harder when drops of blood fell onto the white carpet.

"Look at what you did, Monica." Felix mocked, "You gave your grace a bloodstain, on the white carpet." He whispered into her ear.

"It's okay Felix, I'll just get a new one." Adira sighed, "Just let her go." slowly walking to Felix. His eyes narrowed to her entire body, from toe to scale.
Inspecting her-- like some sort of special prize, a diamond you could find in the deepest, darkest places in the ocean, like some mystical creature no one has seen in centuries.
Adira stepped even closer, his aura was already touching hers, standing on her toes she looking him deep in the eyes.

The distraction almost made him let go of Monica, "Nice try Adira." He whispered leaning into her ears, the face of disappointment showed, and with that, he slowly slid the woman's throat.

Blood gushed out of her throat, the women let her final tear as she fell on the carpet, left there to bleed out.
"Did you really have to do that?" Adira sighed looking down at the woman, slowly losing her blood as the life got sucked out of her. "No, but why should I spare a soul when I could give it to the devil?" He grinned, cleaning his hands with a tissue out of his pocket.

"You're ridiculous." Adira walked next to him smelling the last of the rum, walking into her closet. Her voice becoming blurry with every step. A few minutes have passed and Adira was changing, but something felt off, again.

A turn around later and a tall man figure was leaning on the door frame, his arms crossed, "Looks good."
"Fuck off Felix." Adira shoved her pants on with a single jump, a dirty look launching right at him, "Gladly."
"Ugh." Adira walked next to him, his head moving with her, "What?" He asked.

"I have to go, I'm going horse riding." Adira took her quiver and bow, placing her hand on one of the golden doorknobs, but before it opened,

"Wait, Adira listen." Felix grabbed Adira's hand, his grip pressing onto her skin, "What?" turning herself around.
"I need you to come with me tomorrow, there is something important and, I need you there." His eyes turned soft, almost melting into the ground while looking her in the eyes, the sun reflecting right into her emerald eyes.

"Remember to clean up the mess you made." Adira's eye contact broke when she pushed her arm away from him and opening the door, slamming it shut as he stood there.
I can't believe that dick just shows up after leaving me alone all those years,
Not even a letter,
A sign he's alive, for fuck's sake. But those were only thoughts.

She walked down the hall, reconstruction was already finished after the last, incident. She remembered it like it was yesterday; The killing of her fiancé, Kristoff. The thought of his name made her gag,

But that didn't matter,

Because he's dead.

A/N: Is he though? ;)