Xerxies must try and live her life with three kings who try to love her.
One, hair as dark as a raven's wing, has seen all of the dark and light in her life and still stands strong, loving her and waiting for her.
The one with hair as fair as the...
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『••✎••』 𝚅𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝
Xerxies hated being alone, it was always associated with bad things.
When she was alone her mind ran rampant, when she was alone the scary men would enter her room and do horrid things to her, when she was alone Elliot would return screaming at her.
When she was alone...when Xerxies was alone she couldn't stop the thoughts.
Being alone was something she hardly ever experienced anymore since the ghosts were always around. However, since she came to the Volturi Castle the ghosts had been scarce, they were afraid of her after everything that happened in the throne room. So they avoided the undead girl like she would kill them again. So there were times when she found herself alone, and she couldn't take it anymore.
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Xerxies sat in her room, well not her room, it was a room that her "mates" had given to her during her stay that she later claimed as her own. She sat on the impossibly large bed staring at the ceiling that told a story. It was quiet, no ghosts, no Crowley annoying her, no Bella screaming, no Charlie, nothing.
She was completely and utterly alone, and she was horrified.
'No one likes you, just leave and never come back. You already got one of their wives killed, don't get the last one. It was your fault, if you hadn't shown up or said anything to them they'd still be happy.' The voice that had started speaking to her was dark and cruel, but it was her. It was a part of her deep down, the part of her that she had become in the asylum.
