The Unloved King : Prologue
"I will never love you! Why can you not see this?!" Her red hair blew into her cold eyes as she bit out the words, throwing them like badly aimed knives directly into his heart. There was a long slience. Only the heavy breathing of the scarcely clothed girl could be heard, ringing against the stone walls of the Dining room.
". . . What?" His voice came out calm, completely unlike the rage building within his tightening chest. The maiden took strength from him and stood straighter, her piercing glare burning into his obsidian eyes. "No one will ever love you Ahmaia Rawthorn." Her salty grass eyes stared at him with hatred. "No one?" Came his weakened reply. This woman had caused him a pain he hadn't have thought possible, he clutched at his aching heart.
He shook himself, what was this? No! He was stronger than this, she was just another of those silly women who just couldnt understand him. She was nothing but dirt from the bottom of his shoe. His black eyes gathered a white - albino ring around his pupil before the gates of death opened from behind him, with one last cold stare, the young woman was embraced in a black winged death hold by the king's doing.
And then?
She was dead.
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Ahmaia (Ah-my-a)
Story will be continued in January 2012, sorry for the inconvienience
