In a world of kings, swords and magic, a woman of happiness and dreams meets a man of hatred and nigthmares. Can she introduce him to light? Can he help navigate her through her darkness.
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Reid Stone is the second prince of Wyland. He has spent h...
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I watched her walk away and sighed. I hadn't seen her since the ball and I felt so bad. I had made her worry about me. As far as I could tell, she's been blaming herself the entire time. She probably thought her reputation was tarnished and that she would be kicked out soon. No one as perfect as her should have that worry on her shoulders.
I didn't get a chance to thank her for sticking up for me with my father. I was too busy thinking about my upcoming task and before I knew it, she was shuffling away. I cursed myself silently for not taking in her apperance. I was too focused on her eyes. They light brown and the seemed like they were looking right through me. At least while they were actually looking at me.
I guessed she was shy because she took forever to respond after she ran into me and she looked me in the eyes for less then a second each time. Her voice, just like before, was very small, as if she was fighting herself. I hated to admit it, but my interest in her hit the floor because of it. I knew she was beautiful but I couldn't get over her shyness.
Seeing her turn the corner, I ran my hands through my hair and continued on my journey. The place I was going wasn't secret but it was personal. I needed to get there before I did anything else today. The press conference for Lady- I mean Morgan, was today so I needed to be quick.
I hadn't been outside of my chamber for a couple days. I wasn't because I was sick, it was just because of my shadows. The day after the ball, they pulled me in harshly. I tried to escape but nothing worked. I could feel more and more of them attach to my arm, making my connection to them stronger and my connection with my brother weaker.
We didn't talk after I told him my shadows were growing. I didn't blame him though. I knew deep down that he was afraid of me. Hell, I was afraid of me. And my father wasn't any help either. He was furious when my mother gave him my shattering news.
The closer my marks got to my heart, the closer my brother's death was. I knew for a fact that I would never physically harm my brother- despite my father's beliefs - but so many other things could.
Finally at my destination, I knock on the door of the last room in the darkest hall of the castle. No one knew about this place, not even my parents.
"Come in My Lord." A familiar voice called.
I slipped inside and took in the sight. The room was bare besides 2 chairs, a lamp,a small table and a couple of ink machines. At the table was Felix, my tattoo artist. He was covered in tattoos except his face and had a brown buzz cut. He looked at me a smirked a devilish smile
"Took you long enough."
""Shut up. You know how this goes."
"Yeah, yeah I know. Come sit so we can get this over with. I got an important appointment soon."
I took off my waistcoat and shirt. I took a seat and put my arm on the small stool-like table.
"More important than me?" He took some alcohol out of his bag and cleaned my arm.
