(Not my best story but here it is anyway)
Content warning: death, mentions of death.
I knelt before him, my father, the most powerful man I knew. And if he were to grow more powerful, he may just rule all who live. I was born and raised under his care, and now, on my 18th birthday (two weeks from now), I was cursed to die.
He had one job for me to do before my fated death, I was to marry the sweet Princess of Citarene Kingdom.
"Otis, you are to marry King Edward's daughter next week" His booming voice struck me out of my thoughts. Standing up, I opened my mouth to protest, his hand flew out in front of him, making contact with my face. "You are not to disagree." He spoke, quietly but menacingly.
"Yes father"
My shoes make a faint clicking noise as they hit the floor, it was amplified with the echo of the empty room.
Six days had passed, servants had come and gone, but nobody spent as much time in my quarters as the tailor. He had spent months perfecting my wedding suit. I hated it. The fabric was as tight as it was ugly - he did not care.
A knock on the door filled the gap that was silence, I stepped away from the tailor and opened the door. A young man with curls that hung just in front of his eyes stared back at me. I had seen this boy many a time, and I had grown to love him. His eyes stared back at mine as he croaked out the words
"A storm is coming, and nobody is to survive"
"William, what a pleasant surprise." These were the few words I managed to say.
His face did not change as he repeated those four words. William would not move, I brought my hand to the centre of his back and pulled him inside my room. He regained his composure as he moved swiftly yet silently across the room. I looked at him, worried, as he hesitantly sat down.
"Off with you" I flicked my hand towards the tailor and he went scurrying out. "William, you must tell me what's wrong with you"
His eyes closed softly, a single tear, rolling down his cheek as his emotions closed in.
"Otis there is a storm ahead, a hurricane. It will destroy us all"
I pulled him closer to me as he spoke
"I feared I could never come to tell you" He hiccuped slightly "To tell you that I love you"
It was as if my thoughts were dead. My brain, now silent, did something I will never regret. I kissed him.
All I could do was whisper
"I have died a little more every day waiting to be told that"
He smiled, his face shining with tears. We soon fell asleep, holding each other, not wanting to leave.
Today was the day, I was to marry William's sister. The morning was a blur. Finnley, my bride to be, said two words I wish to say to another.
"I do"
Before I could speak, I rushed over to William, barging through the crowd. And I kissed him. Once more, in front of everyone.
A large 'bang' was heard from outside, a hurricane was now visible. It was headed straight towards us. I held William tightly in my arms as I whispered. "I am not sorry, for anything, especially loving you"
He pulled me in for one last hug, we closed our eyes and blackness took over.
I had died two weeks early, in the arms of the one I loved.
Word count: 593
Fare thee well! Drinketh water
- Alex
