Aphmaus Proposal

This Will Be The Weapon

It has been two weeks and there has been no word from anyone in Phoenix Drop.

There is only one month, two weeks, and two days until my destiny will take place.

But I can't except my fate. No matter how many times I tell myself to let go, I just keep remembering everyone, everything. I always remember him.

Why hasn't he come?

I kept thinking these words, believing he will come to me, but I don't want him to. It would be a suicide mission if he did.

Zane has me under twenty-four hour surveillance. He keeps his guards outside my oak door, their watching eyes' examining my actions. I swear, they have no sense of privacy. It is as if the fine line of string lying between me and them have been burnt to a crisp. Now, it is just a pile of dust lying on the ground awaiting to be swept.

Every second, I want to burst into tears, thinking of the sacrifice I have made, the damage I have done, but I can't. I can't let them know how I feel. I need to act strong. I need to be a lord. Even when the title is released, I am always a lord at heart. I am not, and haven't been, a lord for the past two weeks, but I can't ever leave that part of me behind.

I need to leave it behind.

But I can't.

I need to move on.

But I can't.

I need to be Zane's.

But I can't. I could never be the enemy's. I would be embarrassed to say I have betrayed my people.

No matter what I did, there was going to he a war.

There is always an ongoing battle. Whether emotionally or physically, it is happening, but either way, I would want it to be happening to me, and only me. I would rather spare the pain of others' and instead, have it be given to me.

I don't want anyone to feel this pain like I am. I don't want anyone to be in seclusion like I am.

I don't want anyone to have to suffer like I am.

I can hear them shuffling around my door, watching me like a hawk is to its prey.

I need a plan for my revenge.

I start wondering, my thoughts lerking in my mind. How? How could I kill him? With all of these guards around, they wouldn't even let me have pen and paper in my grasp.

I then started looking frantically across the room. My eyes' like a radar.

It is a tiny room, more like a cell, with a small desk in the corner. The walls are made if a stone substance, the desk being oak. My bed was small. It was unexpected for a castle. I would have thought it would be more fit for royalty.

There must be something. Even a rock would do.

I looked it the corner full of dust.

There was nothing.

I looked in the desk, including the drawers.

There was nothing.

I even checked behind the bed taking every step with concideration, so the guards didn't notice my investigation.

There was nothing.

There can't be. There must be something.

I couldn't do anything. My mind was pounding from the stress.

I need a weapon. I need protection.

I couldn't take it. I needed to do something. Even if it seemed to be nothing.

I started to fidget with my dress, taking it along the bottom and moving it around my hand.

Wait-my dress!

It has a string of lace within it.

Zane decided to change my outfit. He thought it was inappropriate for the High Priest's fiance to be in an outfit suited for war, not for royalty.

I can take the lace off of my dress!

I begin to take the lace strapped around my black and white dress. It had a black cross in the chest area spread across.

I crossed the room into the blind spot for the guards, so I was unseen.

I held the white lace filled with the black, O'Khasis cross pulled tight against my waist. I unraveled the bow diligently, my hands as cold as ice. They were shaking with fear, my palms clammy.

This will be my weapon.

All I need now is a plan. It needs to be well thought out. It needs to be considered carefully. Every detail needs to be in place for it to succeed, but the focus point of the operation will be around Zane and the object that kills him.

This is my vengeance.

This is my revenge.

This will be his worst nightmare.

This will be the weapon.

Author's note-

This was an exciting chapter to write! It was very fast paced, so it was different for me.Also, note to self, Hamilton is not good inspiration. Just finished the soundtrack two hours and twenty-two minutes later. I will talk about it in MCD&B. Don't worry, you will still have the drama.

Also, this was prewrittenish, so I couldn't do it in Laurance's POV. It will next chapter though!

Thank you guys so much for show tunning in, and I hope you enjoyed!

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Jazz out-