King of Death

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Soulmate.

The part of you that was stolen before you were born, just so you can search for it in all the people you meet.

That side of you that makes you love yourself, just because you love them.

When Armand tried to get up from the bed, I couldn't resist the temptation to wrap my hands around his torso. We walked like that a few steps, with my body pressed closely to his and I could sense his smile, even though he acted like he hated it. My laugh filled up the room and before I let him go and make breakfast, I kissed his bare back.

I took a sit in the chair that faced him and I watched him closely. I felt more attracted to him than usual, it was a strange thing that I couldn't quite get. I knew he could smell my excitement and I was glad that he said nothing about it, since I was a little embarrassed.

We spent our mornings like this, with me sitting and watching him prepare something for me to eat. I tried to help him, but that did not work too well, so now I only have to wash the dishes since he hates to do it.

"How do you feel about crowning?" His question took me by surprise. He had no emotion on his face so I couldn't read anything. Telling him the truth might've upset him, but we promised each other there would be no more lies.

"I don't know."

"Well, that's something." My lack of response angered him somehow, so I felt the need to reassure him.

"I'm scared. I know I have you, I know I do. I just don't like all the fuss around it. I remember when the Queen of Terror was crowned. I didn't have a good feeling about it at all." My dislike for her was somehow clear. I had no true reason for it, I've only met her in person at the ball, but I didn't like her then either. I also disliked her husband. They both gave me a bad feeling.

The whole process of crowning included more than me wearing a nice dress and get to sit on a throne. It was about involving in state matter. It was about people acknowledging me as their queen. It was about being marked and becoming immortal.

I sensed Armand trying to get inside my head and for the first time in a very long time, I didn't wish to let my walls down. He sensed the relentless inside of me, but he couldn't catch the reason behind of it. I've seen his frustration growing, but I had no intention of letting him win this time.

"Armand, please..." My sentence remained unfinished. He knew exactly what I was talking about so there was no need for me to go on. He stopped himself, knowing that he would eventually end up hurting me again.

"Crowning will not only come with the mark." He said while cutting tomatoes. Acting so casually in such a delicate matter was something that he usually did. Somehow it pissed pe off, but somehow, I understood. There were thousands and thousands of years behind his living and there were at least as much as it was ahead of him. Armand couldn't be phased by too many situations. I knew there was a meaning behind his words. There was something deeper. Things I did not know, things that maybe should've been stayed unknown.

"How is it? Taking souls?" He did stop every movement. For a moment, the time felt like it has been frozen. That moment felt like an eternity. Everything came back to normal only when he blinked. Armand would not usually blink, he had no need to being the entity that he was. He spoke to me once about how he learned to blink only so he can be mistaken as a human in the days that he needed to act like one of them. His body stopped doing it as soon as he accepted to be recognized as a Lycan and not human. He never learned how to do it naturally, it was always a task that he had to do to fit in and he was very relieved when didn't have to do it anymore.

"There is a part of me that is always there. Like a doppelganger, if you want, sharing the same mind and our true form. My mind only goes there fully if it's urgent matter or if we have a visitor." Right when I thought he was not going to give me an answer, Armand gave me one. "The truth is that no one wants to go into my true kingdom. It's very dark in there." It was hard for me to understand how someone could be in so many places at the same time. He was like a God. Present everywhere, knowing everything. Was he a God?