Unkissed. (Rated R)

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Like a leaf in the gusting wind, my body trembled until I could listen to the chattering tunes of my teeth chomping together. Overwhelmed by a herd of shivers, the everlasting embarrassment I keep reliving for the past ticking time. Shrouded in darkness, away from the dusk rays sunlight, I keep to the shadows, feeling unworthy of it's warmth.

Perched In front of my vanity mirror, I stare distantly at my exhausted reflection, the massive weights under my eyes that hang down to my cheeks and the puffy eyes that still leak with tears of sorrow. The glimmering green on the crown slices my eyesight and I tear away, focusing on other objects.

Silence. Not even a word from Nasir. He stands beside the door, leaning his back against the wood, white dress sleeve rolled to the elbows with his hands in pockets as he looked at me carefully and intently. His gaze burning my backside, but it was the only warming feeling i had since me skin kept going cold. Numbed.

Despite the tears of wept, there was still more, and I felt them rushing in my veins, ready to brim my eyes. My heart sliced in half and riddled with humiliation.

"The unfit Queen." I murmured before sniffling, staring at the emerald green Vase before me. Like a madwoman I speak to the inanimate object, the signals released from my brain to soothe the ache tickles and I giggle absentmindedly.

There was a gruff sound from Nasir's chest. As if he is readying to catch me if I throw myself out of the window.

"Denounced. And Unfit. If my father were to hear these words, where he is, I just know he would have scolded me. Or worse, he would have hit me."

"No one will touch you." Came the baritone of Nasir's voice behind me. He said those only words, but it was carried by a cloud of darkness.

I scoffed, "As if you know what he is capable of."

"That is of no concern to me. I said, no one will touch you."

I sniffled. Leaving him and his words to fade in black, while I returned to my self deprecation, forcing my head to stay align despite my drowsy exhaustion for all the tears I've wept. The crown must stay on.

"I take it you told him."

I peel my lulling eyes to the sound of his baritone voice, this exhaustion is overpowering, I never knew when I was slumping, but the deep rumble of his voice is thunderous. Without a word I slightly tilt my head, angling it downwards to hide the guilt from the reflection.

"About what we told you. In the shed."

"All I did was speak on the cults that are underground." My voice as light as a feather.

I could hear the breath he inhales, the breath that suppresses his brewing rage. His heels click on the ground as he steps in closer behind me.

"He could have hurt you for bringing this up." he says.

"Gunter wouldn't hurt me." I shook my head.

"He medicated you. In case you forgot."

"Didn't you hear?" I lift my head to look at his frame in the reflection. Close behind me. Arms crossed across his chest with bulging muscles. "I was too unstable," I sniffled, watching everything blur by the brimming tears. "Unfit, because of the death of Patrick that you caused." I found my voice, but it was synchronized with rage.

Nasir steadily dropped his hands, slipping them back into his pockets, with an impassive face.

"I am an Unfit queen, because I was still suffering the damage you caused!"

"Tiana-"

"All of this your doing! you took everything from me. Patrick is dead because of you." It makes sense, it all makes sense, My father was maybe right after all. I rose from the seat, the medal scuffed the tiles as I rounded to him. He watched my every move with hard eyes. "My father was right about you commoners," you are all jealous of those in power, all you do is find ways to destroy stuff and take it for your own."