Toxic Love

Admittance 🍋

How many problems will I need to solve? I have needed to think creatively as of late. My war over I now need to focus on my kingdom. A kingdom that has little to begin with is hard to build back.

Simple problems need similarly odd solutions. Especially when they involve a harpy.

Hawks glared from his self-proclaimed nest. A net was fixed to a corner of the room, and his various silks pile into it. His jewelry hangs from the rungs, shimmering in the light, almost like a chandelier of chains and gems.

This solution took a bit of fighting, but he refused to have two beds in the room for 'visual reasons' saying people would think it odd if we still have two.

The glaring I can only imagine is due to him finding out about the banquet I am holding.

"Time for a banquet but not a wedding?" He sneered

"Those are two very different things, Hawks."

"I don't like it,"

"Do you not like it, or do you not like who it is meant to welcome?"

"He is up to no good im telling you!" Hawks flared his wings

"You have no proof of that. We've been over this. Besides, in the worst case, I'm still marrying you. I may simply take a lover. "

He glared harder, "Uh-huh, and you'll regret it cause he's the literal worst."

"Even if he is, he still must be greeted and treated like the man of status he is."

"And if he's lying? He has no documentation that he is who he says he is. What if he is just some beggar off the street after a warm bed and meal? "

"Then a meal and bed he shall have. Not much different than yourself. "

I could see his argument brewing. I swiftly take my leave instead, no longer wanting to play these games.

Hawks POV

No matter what I did, he seemed to be everywhere. I glared at him from across the dinner table, I sneered at him in the library, and I about gagged seeing him in the garden with her.

He jumped and grabbed a peach from the tree, walking with my queen. He looked so proud of himself as he handed it to her.

I could have easily flown up there. I would be able to get any peach she wanted. The biggest and ripest rather than whatever shitty one he got on some low branch.

I force myself away from the window and pace. Scheme. How to get rid of him. How to show her he is the worst. It's not as if I haven't tried already. I have snuck into his room. I searched his belongings and found nothing. I have snooped on his conversations and spied over him. He must hide his tracks well.

Maybe he's just waiting for the time to strike? I can't let that happen. In the meantime, he's just getting closer to her.

I fly up to the hammock I've been EXILED to. Don't get me wrong, it's large. It's big enough to be the size of a large bed. I can completely stretch out, and one of my wings barely hangs out.

I flop down, hoping to just think. Though lately, my thoughts aren't the best. They seem to run away with me.

Thinking of that kiss we shared was so long ago. Or when we shared a tub together. Though she always seems so angry with me. Half the time, I feel like the only time she tolerates me is if I show my belly to her. Act submissive to her. I am not a threat. If I so much as give the idea of taking charge in anything, she retaliated.

Maybe I can use that? But how? I can hardly ever get her attention. Unless I do something drastic.

Readers POV