King Edward (Ed Sheeran)

Chapter 14

(Mirabelle up top) *violence ahead* [hey by the way I have no problem with Ed's brother.]

I took hold of Mirabelle's hand, but she did not hold onto me the same way. Her hand was locked in mine, but it mattered not when the rest of her body was on the ground. My wings slowed my fall, but I did not want to slow. I wanted to plummet to the ground.

Gently releasing her hand, which limply fell by her side, I dropped to my knees, shock making my head feel cold. Mirabelle lay still, the only movement coming from her be the blood that had began to pour out from her, staining her once perfect white dress. "No," I say softly. "No, Mirabelle."

She did not move as I touched her cheeks, trying to get her to come to, but it was all to no avail. Her head moved with my hands loosely, and I pulled my hands away quickly. "No!" I sobbed. "Mirabelle, please, please! You can not leave me!"

I hardly cared that there were people staring who had witness what had happened, why should I have cared? All that mattered was the last piece of joy in my life lay bleeding on the ground, her precious life stolen from her. I screamed, the sob tearing from my throat, leaving my voice feeling dry, but I did paid no notice. The pain that was constricting my heart was wrenching itself free.

I carefully lifted her, but she stayed limp in my arms. Her blood soaked what was left of my shirt, and her head fell onto my shoulder. "Please come back," I urged her, patting her cheek gently. "Please come back, please come back!"

But she did not come back. She stayed lifeless in my arms as I rocked back and forth, screaming out my hatred to everyone and everything, wanting nothing more than for my beautiful, sweet Mirabelle to come back and wrap her arms around me.

I could not catch my breath. The guards came and attempted to help, but there was nothing. She was gone, as was I. "Do not touch her!" I shouted at them, wrapping my arms around her tighter.

"My king..."

"Shut up!" I screamed. I lifted her up, spreading my wings, which caused them all to step back away from me in fear. I lifted myself from the ground, holding onto Mirabelle tightly, afraid of letting her go. I made my way over the gate I had just come from, carefully, walking slowly as if I were afraid to awake her, even now that I understood, faintly, that she would never awake again.

I looked down at her, finding her paling, and it made me feel sick. Slowly, I made my way to the church with her, leaving droplets of blood and tears behind. The guards and maids and other people who had to witness me stared into shock, but felt obligated to follow me.

When I finally made it to the church, I had no idea what it was I would do with her, but the table before the pews served well enough. I laid her down on the table carefully. It was all my fault. Had I not fallen for her so quickly, she would still here her. I ran my fingers over her hands, feeling more tears sting my eyes, becoming the worst pain I had ever felt.

"My...King?" The priest said quietly. I did not look up at him, only looked down at what remained of my heart, now fading away.

I turned around, and the eyes of the people in the room seemed to widen, avoiding my own. They were not of concern, at the moment. Matthew, the man who had picked up my wife, the love of my life, and threw her over the edge of the balcony as if she were nothing but waste. I moved past the people that divided to let me through. I would find him, and I would kill him in the worst possible way.

"Come out, you coward!" I screamed. "Face me!"

I could smell the fear, pouring from the bodies of nearly everyone around, but Matthew's fear reek the most, like animal piss. I knew exactly where he was: his own room. I began to sprint to his room, feeling my body changing into the life stealing creature that I had asked to be made apart of. My clothes burned off, wing discarded to the floor in chard tatters. My legs failed me as man legs, and I fell to my hands which were growing larger and larger. I would soon not be able to fit in the castle at my size, but it did not matter. I found Matthew's room and pushed my body through the door, tenon it into splinters.