The Queen and the Theif

Confrontation

I storm into the dungeon. "What do you think this is?" I say, holding up the rose.
"Oh thank God. Please sit down." Ezra says, desperation in his eyes as he looks at me.
"You do not get to do this." I start to get horribly angry. It turns into yelling quickly. "Act like you never left. Not after everything you put me through." Suddenly I was a young girl of fifteen again, heartbroken.
"If I could explain-" He starts, looking startled
"No." I start "You may not. You forget your place. You are the prisoner and I am your queen. You betrayed me. You lead me on. I am the only reason you're not dead."
"Darling-, you love me"
"I was fifteen and in love, and you took advantage of it. I was vulnerable to you in a way I have never been to anyone. Never again." The tears threatened to fall. "I told you everything, about my abuse, my struggles, my plans, my hopes. And you used it against me."
"Juliette, that is too much. I never betrayed you. You have no right to tell me right and wrong when you killed ten thousand innocent people '' He looked sad "you forget this is my first time living life too. I was seventeen and in love, and I would have given you the world. I still would." I wanted to scream at him. I want to fight. I want to die.
I started to storm out.
"You are the only one who blames you for his death." The 'his' floated in the room with us, causing tension cuttable with a knife. "That is not your fault. But you need to take responsibility for what you did."
"Only because no one else except me cared for him in the first place," I said "To everyone else he was just a way to get powerful. Though he was my abuser he was also my father. No one cared about me in the first place enough either. Why does it matter if I killed people? I have no one to stop me and no one to care about enough to stop for."
"I'm sorry..." He started, genuine sorrow in his eyes, that almost made me flinch. "You don't deserve all this. You don't deserve to be bitter."
"Sorry?" I said, perplexed, "Isn't this what you wanted? Me on the throne, falling apart. So you can whisk in and take it with your rebel friends."
    "I certainly never wanted to hurt you, and we wanted you on the throne because you cared. Unlike your father."
"And yet..." I started, heart feeling heavy "You did." I started to retreat, thoughts filling my mind like a storm cloud on a sunny hill. Not that my mind was ever sunny anymore. Like rain falling on a dead, dried up dirt land. "I have massacred more people than you know, and I am worse than he was. At least he had a reason to stop. I have no one."
"It's not too late to fix it." He said, head turned towards the ground, so focused, so determined not to look up you would have thought Leonardo De Vinci himself would have painted the floor.
"What." I spit out barely turning my head.
"Your inner child, your heart, your soul" He said, anger suddenly spiking my previously saddened brain.
"Oh please, I have licked the fire and danced in the ashes of every bridge I ever burned. I fear no Hell."

He appeared in my dreams that night. He looked as he does now, devilishly handsome. I knew in my subconscious this was a dream. He came over to me. I tried to fight, but I found myself unable to move, as he enveloped me in a hug.

"Your Majesty!" I hear a voice say. I was in the middle of hyperventilating. It happens almost nightly. It is too early for this. "Your Majesty!!" My head maid Lucy is standing over my bed, with a nervous expression on her face.
"This had better be an emergency." I said coldly, even more fear washing over her already almost panicked face as she takes in my heavy breathing and red, blotchy face.
"Erm- Sorry for waking you, but the queen of Scotland is here! She is in your parlor!" This spiked my attention. The queen of Scotland. I wasn't expecting her. "She arrived about ten minutes ago and we didn't think it was proper to deny her."
"Get me ready as quick as you can, and Gods Lucy tell me before you let people in!"