It hurts when you have someone in your heart, But you can't have them in your arms.
A cold blade touching her soft skin was something she hasn't felt before.
"Why not just kill me if you have already sent my brother to die on that battlefield?" She spat those words at him, which made his chest tighten. "Don't speak when you don't know anything..." He lowered his raspy voice as he stared into her soul. Diana pushed his hand from her throat and went out. Timotheé breathed heavily still smelling Diana's scent. He turned his back to the wall and put his head on his knees.
It wasn't raining this time so she could see the scenery. The only thing that came to her mind was loneliness. The trees were bald, the wind was seen as the grass moved, and the sky was grey with rain clouds. Diana enjoyed the fresh air and walked around the castle a few times. She was deeply in her thoughts thinking about what Timotheé and her brother said. It just didn't make any sense to her. It looked as if William was scared.
After their parents died he made a promise to himself to never let anything happen to his sister. Though she was alone in a castle she hated, at least it was safe. The sun was setting and a few drops of rain found Diana's face. She didn't want to go inside, it's been a long since she's been out. Following Timotheé's rules were miserable. Not leaving a room, who is that cruel? A few minutes later the rain was pouring and Diana's clothes were soaked. Her hair was wet and messy.
A carriage stopped in front of the castle and a man got out of it. The girl looked at him with a dull expression on her face. The person knocked on the front door, for it to be opened. She couldn't care less for what it was about. Diana kept walking slowly around the castle as tears escaped from her eyes. A memory popped before her, that she thought she'd long forgotten.
"Diana come play with me!" An excited child's voice called out to his friend. "No, you're going to trick me again!" The seven-year-old girl pouted cutely, crossing her arms on her chest. "I won't, I promise." The eight-year-old Ben held his hand out. Diana gladly took it and followed the little boy. When they arrived before the woods he told her to close her eyes. She did as told and shut her eyes closed. Ben lead her onwards telling her where to step until he made sure they'd arrived. "You can open them now." His voice was excited and happy. Diana saw a blanket laid down on the grass in the sunlight with cakes and drinks on top of it. She took her shoes off and sat down quickly munching one of the treats. "Do you like it?" Ben asked. "Yes, I do!" Diana was excited and kept eating. Ben felt proud of himself and sat down next to her.
Suddenly sadness filled her thinking about the time he left.
"Where are you going?" Diana asked panicked. "I don't know. Father wants to send me away, far away from here." He explained. "No, please don't leave me!" She begged while crying. "I don't want to" a harsh slap was sent across his face from his father making him hit his head on the ground. The scar slowly started bleeding "No." She sobbed. Ben's father picked him up and put him in the carriage.
The memory was clear as if it happened yesterday although it was thirteen years ago. "Diana!" She heard her name called but didn't listen. "Diana!" The voice faded into silence and all she saw was black.
Timotheé picked her cold body from the ground and carried her inside.
He went to her bedroom and placed her gently on the bed. He asked for a maid to undress her while he waited outside giving her privacy. Once the maid left he put all the blankets on her trying to keep her warm. The king started removing the jewelry from her hair one by one. Thoughts running around his head.
Why does his heartbeat fasten every time he sees her? Is he supposed to tell her the truth about the situation she is living through? He couldn't find an answer to either of his questions.
He got pulled out of his trance when he heard Diana's breathing getting faster, and started to shake from the coldness she was feeling. Timotheé placed his hand on the girl's forehead and felt that she had a fever. He hurried to the bathroom to get wet towels and placed one on her forehead and the other on her chest. He sat down on the chair next to her bed keeping an eye on her.
A few hours later Diana coughed while opening her eyes. She was surprised to see the man who held a knife to her throat, peacefully sleeping opposite her. She sat up feeling dizzy but took her time to look at the king's face. She's never really paid attention to it, only stared into his eyes. His wavy black locks were covering a little of his eyes. Diana reached forward and adjusted it. His face was so serious, but Diana felt as if behind this mask, there was a man who was lonely and didn't know how to show feelings toward others. Her thoughts were interrupted by a bitter voice. "Stop staring and get some rest." He opened his eyes just to meet the girl. "Why are you broken?" Diana asked catching the man off guard. "What do you mean broken?" He asked confused. "You act so cold to others, not letting anyone know the real you. What did they do to you that was so terrible? Why do you treat everyone so cold?" Timotheé kept silent looking into her brown eyes which held a completely different world. "They are better off by not knowing the monster that lives inside this body." He answered in a quiet voice sadness being heard in it. "How do you know that they will be afraid and not accept it when you have never tried to show your true self?" Diana didn't know when to stop. Timotheé had enough and hovered above the girl never touching any part of her body that he thought was so fragile. His eye colour turned darker showing his desire for the girl which he kept hidden. He stared into her soul only for a few seconds which felt like hours to the both of them. "Because of this....because whatever I do.......there's only fear in their eyes. And you're just the same." He got off of her and left the room telling the maid to check up on her once every hour.
Timotheé headed towards the west wing, which was even darker than the rest.
