An eminent girl who was known for her profound capability to exterminate any evil existence not knowing the fated ones she has eagerly searched for centuries are the feracious vampire kings that enjoy basking themselves in darkness. Nevertheless, be...
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2003
Her mother always told her that time heals all wounds, but what if time itself was the knife that carved the deepest cuts into your soul? The moment she saw them with their wives, Mavis felt her heart cracking, breaking into pieces, each one sharper than the last.
The first crack was subtle, a sharp, fleeting pain that made her gasp. It was as if someone had taken a hammer to her heart, the reverberations rattling through her entire being. Mavis tried to breathe through it, but the crack deepened. She could feel the fracture line spreading, a web of fissures that seemed to tear through her very essence.
With every breath, the pain grew more intense. It was as though her heart was no longer a single entity but a fragile mosaic, each piece breaking away, leaving the fae with gaping voids where once there was love. The cracks were becoming wider, and more pronounced. She could almost see the jagged edges, the dark voids where the light used to shine.
Mavis's breathing came in ragged, uneven gasps as she walked. The warmth of the sun seemed distant and irrelevant, a cruel contrast to the chill she felt inside. The room seemed to spin, and the blonde woman clutched at her chest, trying to hold the pieces together, though she knew it was futile. The sensation was unbearable, like being ripped apart from the inside out.
Passerby human staff glanced at her with concern or curiosity, but she barely noticed them. Their gazes were fleeting and unimportant in the grand, unending agony of her current reality. She felt a profound sense of isolation, as though she were encased in a bubble of sorrow, unable to reach out or be reached.
"My Queen? Is everything fine?" Demitri suddenly called out, voice tinged with worry. Santiago followed his line of sight and saw Mavis's distraught figure. The laughter died on his lips, replaced by a deep frown of concern.
Tears streamed down her face, mingling with the sweat of her despair. Mavis sobbed uncontrollably, each cry a reminder of the fractured state of her soul. The cracks were spreading further now, each beat of her heart sending ripples of agony through her. It felt like a cruel cosmic joke, to have the one thing that sustained her become the source of her torment.
The pain did not lessen. Instead, it seemed to stretch into eternity. Mavis wondered if she would ever feel whole again, or if she was destined to live with these shattered pieces forever.
The guards, who had always seen their queen as an unyielding pillar of strength, were caught off guard. Their eyes widened in disbelief as they witnessed her in such a vulnerable state.
"My Queen!" Demitri's voice trembled as he stepped forward, attempting to approach her. But the sight of her crumpled form, her shoulders heaving with each sob, held him back. He was paralyzed, unsure of how to offer comfort to someone whose pain seemed so insurmountable.
