cirque [choi yeonjun]

thirty-eight

"not you showing up at my balcony, crazy dude." she frantically took him by the hand, leading him in her  bedchamber before shutting the doors and windows.

the implemented royal guards outside of the royal gates were still in depths of slumber, affected enough by her poisonous butterflies, but they wouldn't once it's dawn and it almost was.

"crazy dude?!" the prince of hell didn't know if he should feel fluttered or offended and said, "listen, we really need some communication here because i had to know about your emotions from my cat."

it took only a jiffy for her to discern the note of urgency in his voice as she responded, "dal-geon? the cat?? and you said he was a mere cat?!"

"he is..! but.." realising that his own abstract talking exposed him, he sighed, "he's though. anyway, listen to me—"

placing her hands on the sides of her waist, she gave him a skeptical look, "listening."

"we can sort it out together; you, me and yeop. trust me, please."

trust is something to earn.

"and why should i trust you on that? you know my darkest and deepest secret which you can use as a weapon anytime to banish me and my brother. maybe, right now you're only making a fool out of me." deep inside, she wished to the stars that her words were only fallacious and she wanted yeonjun to prove her wrong.

as though yeonjun could hear the stars she wished on, he was here to fulfill her wish by any means.
"i'm the fourth prince of hell, my territory is the west part of the hell, and my influence is all over hell." yeonjun continued nonchalantly, "i could easily destroy you and your brother, i could support hoonmyeong for my own personal benefits."

she kept looking at him steadily and challengingly, adding fuel to the fire of distrust, in a cruel and composed way, "you could also be bored and playing around like a predator."

"that kind of stings. i know that you present yourself to others like you're wearing armour..." he sounded hurt enough to touch her heart, "but i was hoping that you wouldn't be like that at least with me..i thought i was...special."

'you wouldn't be here in my chamber if you weren't. you wouldn't be making me doubt my objectives if you weren't.'— she said it in silence because silence was the only way she could love him forthrightly.

she had been playing chess behind the curtains for countless trained ages. from pawn promotion to fifty-move rule, she had ended many people's lives. falsely framing loyal subjects to provoke their death and ruining the state policy of the empire were her special work of intelligence.

lives that were only numbers of achievements to her. devoted to her brother, she committed many more evil  and trival acts in the palace, including a series of murder. she didn't enjoy doing so, however, the thought of  being beneficial to her brother made her feel at ease. those people deserved to die anyway, for interrupting her brother's way to success; was her sole justification.

until, innocent people were getting sacrificed too. the more her  wicked plans were becoming stronger, the more unexpected people came on the way. finishing them was triggering her slowly, was triggering the unraised humanity in her. it was draining her, hurting her.

yet, if you ask whether did she ever hesitate to eradicate any obstacles on her way? no.

cold and impeccable at what she was trained for, she nearly had no compassion left in her. only making her brother ascend the throne and blindly obeying the former queen of demons were her values.