"When that pretty little heart is finally yours, I want it ripped from her chest with no mercy. I want to see the look of betrayal in her eyes knowing you, the one she loved, was the one to bring her to her knees." //
When an evil demon king wants t...
Matthias sat in the main living room, a book in his lap. Lolita. It had been Grecia's favorite book and she urged him many times to read it. The day had gone by unbelievably slow without Grecia. He had even gone back to the art room and finished his painting from memory. It made him feel as if she were there once again, posing for him.
Thoughts of paranoia clouded his brain. What had she and Isidore been doing all day? Wasn't she supposed to call off the wedding?
It had started to grow late in the day. The sky looked the odd mixture of navy and purple, indicating the black of night was lurking, ready to take over. Why wasn't Grecia back yet? It was her favorite time of day, and they always watched the sun set together when she wasn't working on royal duties.
It was as if on cue. Edward and Jackson walked through the front castle door, and Matthias could hear their footsteps against the marble. They joined him in the room, but much to his surprise Grecia wasn't with them.
"Hello, where's Grecia?" Matthias asked, closing the book and placing it next to him. They seemed to avoid his question much to his distaste.
"Was everything okay today?" Jackson asked.
Matthias furrowed his brows, his gaze on them. "Is she home too?"
The brothers looked at each other awkwardly. Matthias crossed his arms.
"Alright, she decided to stay the night." Edward broke the news. Matthias' eyes widened in shock. Why was she staying? Did he talk her into marrying him? He couldn't help but subtly clench his fists at his sides. "We didn't want to tell you because we'd thought you'd be upset."
Matthias suddenly took a breath, loosening his hands and a smile crossed his features. "Oh, no. I'm not upset." He said. The brothers looked at each other, raising their eyebrows. He turned on his heel, giving a little wave. "Goodnight you both." he walked off, without another word.
Edward looked at Matthias, then to Jackson. "Weird." he mouthed, and Jackson nodded.
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"I want him dead." Matthias said sternly, pacing back and forth in his father's throne room. Phantos sat on his throne, his cheek against his hand as he waited for his son's temper tantrum to end. "Decapitated, burned alive, dipped in a vat of acid - I don't care. Just dead."
"Who, exactly? I don't read minds, Matthias. You can't just waltz in here yelling about someone I don't know about." Phantos said calmly, sitting up straight now.
"Her fiancee. Isidore." Matthias spat, stopping in front of Phantos' throne.
"Isidore?" He said slowly, amused. "You mean that little psycho with multiple personalities? Christopher's pride and joy?"
"Bingo."
"Why on Earth would Christopher wed her to him?" he asked. "I wouldn't be shocked if he ended up beating her daily, that boy is twisted. I remember meeting him multiple times when he was younger."
