Romar's Princess (Tom Riddle)

Romar's Princess (Tom Riddle) 9

Nope! I didn't leave you guys! Sorry it's been like three weeks since I last uploaded but, schools almost over and theres a lot to do! I'm still in high school ya know!

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I also realized that this story was going way too fast for my liking. So, i'm trying my best to slow it down some.

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Tom

As I lay there awake, with Vanlanthiriel still tucked in my arms, it was clear to me what I had to do. That kiss that I stole from her only moments ago had brought everything that was happening crashing down in front of my face. I knew in that moment that this wasn’t some crush, not for me. This was more than that, much more.

And it was bad, very bad.

I couldn’t have these feelings for someone, anyone. It just made me weak. And I refuse to be weak.

That’s why I have to kill her.

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That day went by surprisingly fast. I had figured it would have been a slow day, since there was so much on my mind. I figure killing Vanlanthiriel would be an easy task, it always was.

I just had to figure out how and when to do it. Me and the King had made a deal that if he helped me, I wouldn’t harm his kingdom or anyone in it, and I’m pretty sure that includes his daughter. I’m just going to have to find a way to make it look like an accident.  Simple enough.

Even though I knew now I had to kill her, I didn’t want it to hurt her in any way whatsoever.

It wasn’t her fault that she had to die anyways. It was mine. If I had never become emotionally attached to her in the first place then this wouldn’t have been a problem. So not only was it my fault that she has to die, I’m the one that has to do it.

As I walked down the hall towards my corridor, I started to wonder if she’d hate me when she goes. If right before I kill her she’d look up at me with hate and accusation in her beautiful, pale blue eyes. I found my heart clenching at the mere thought of her hating me.

I didn’t know what was happening to me. Why would I care if she hated me? Why did it bother me that the last thought she would have would be that I was a complete monster?

I guess the truth really does come out in the end.

I walked into my room, not bothering to greet the guard outside. I honestly didn’t understand why they would need guards outside the rooms when nothing happened here anyways.

I had already changed when there was a soft knock on the door. My heart sped up a little as I walked over from my bed to answer it.

I stopped just in front of the door long enough to get my breathing under control.

When I opened the door, I was greeting with her pale blue eyes shining up at me. I watched as a smile stretched across her cute face and she excitedly said, “Hi Tom!”

It was hard for me to talk at first. The guilt of knowing that sooner or later I would be the one to remove that smile from her face. That I’d be the one to make those shining eyes turn dull.

And to know that in the end, she’d die hating me.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when Vanlanthiriel gently grabbed my arm, close to my elbow, and shook slightly.

“Tom? Are you okay?”

I cleared my throat to get lump out. “Yes. I’m fine. Come in.”

I stepped out of the way so that she could walk in.

Shutting the door behind her, I turned around to see her walking her way towards the bed.

“Tom? You coming?” her voice once again brought me out of my trance. I didn’t say anything as I made my way across the room to where she was already sitting on the edge of my bed. “So, what’d you do today?” she asked when I sat down beside her.

I took a deep breath and said, “Nothing. Just talked things over with your father.”

“What do you and father talk about anyways?” She asked, looking at me with curiosity in her eyes.

“Just, stuff, I guess. You wouldn’t understand.” When I said that, Vanlanthiriel’s face turned hard and she crossed her arms over her chest. I couldn’t make out what she mumbled, but I could tell she was frustrated.

“What was that?”

“Everyone says that.”

I was confused at what she meant. Everyone says what?

“What?” I asked.

“Everyone says that I won’t understand things. Like I’m stupid.”

I sighed as I said, “I didn’t say you were stupid. I just said you wouldn’t understand.”

She didn’t say anything, just sat there with her arms folded and silently glaring at the wall. I did my best to not think about how cute she looked.

Sighing again, I reached down and got the shirt that I had been wearing that day and told her to go change into it.

I laid back in my bed, wondering how I was going to go through with killing her. Now that she was here, in my room, changing into my shirt, the task almost seemed impossible.

But, I still knew it had to be done.