CH. 7 The Last Dance

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And so the time for war has finally come. It is nearing midnight and we are prepared to strike. I'm dressed completely in black. I let out a loud sigh and can see Violet staring at me from the corner of her eyes.

"Please don't go Kyo...", she murmurs.

"I have to Violet. I'm the most fearsome man with a sword in this country. I must fight for our safety".

"OUR safety Kyo! You too are in danger. Please be rational. I need you to be here with me...".

I take Violet's hand and kiss it. I looks up at her gently as I puts on a masquerade mask. But it wasn't any mask...it was the same one I wore the night that our lives turned around. The night we killed Alistar.

"Why are you wearing that?", Violet said softly.

"So they can know who I am and what I was responsible for. Blame me for it all and leave my queen al-"

"NO!", Violet yelled enraged.

"I took an oath with you Kyo! Through better or worst! You are my husband and we are BOTH guilty. I deserve just as much punishment. Do not be my hero. Be my husband...".

I looked down and caressed his wife's cheek. I chuckled a bit and looked up at her face to see her crying. Man, I'm such a lucky husband. I hold my wife for what feels like will be the last time for a very long time. Her hair always smelt like sweet roses and her body was as soft as her heart. I wish our love didn't need dogma. Violet, a man must do what a man must do to protect that which he treasures. You, Violet, are my only treasure. I will probably die today but I won't die until that old man of yours is dead. I know he killed my entire family...he had his brother burn down our estate claiming it was treason. I was lucky enough to survive because...I was off seeking out into the garden with you instead of protecting my parents. I was ashamed for so long but I couldn't bring myself to tell you what your old man was capable of...you loved him more than anything. This is why Artheum exists though Violet. Artheum is my power source and how I will kill King Swan of Rosewood. I must let you go...I think it is finally time for that.

I pull out a napkin and put it over her mouth. She yelping and struggling to get out of my grip. She looks frantic and is crying. I hear her mumbles sounding like, 'why!? why!?'. Violet, you'll never understand. She stops struggling and I carry her into bed. I leave a gun and dagger underneath her pillow and I leave for battle. I exit our chambers and see the guards outside of our door.

"If anyone gets in here, they will die a gruesome death as will you for letting them in...", I said sternly to the guards.

They gulped and straightened up.

"Yes, my king".

I am walking down the hallway trying to prevent tears from filling up my eyes. I pull out my sword and stare at it for a moment.

"You're going to die tonight...".

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I wake up and Kyo is nowhere to be found. The door to our chambers is locked so I cannot leave.

"What is the meaning of this! You let me out right now!!", I screamed at the guards.

"Sorry Queen Rose but these are direct orders from the king himself. He gave us death threats too...".

"Shit", I say angrily.

I'm pacing around the room unsure of what to do. I look at myself in the mirror and begin to cry. I wipe off all the excessive make up and put on something simple and natural. I take off the black wig revealing my long pink locks of hair. I haven't really looked at my hair in so long. It's even longer than it used to be. I snap out of it and dig through Kyo's drawers looking for anything suitable to wear in a battle. Nothing. I let out a deep sigh and take a pair of dress pants and a beige shirt. They're a little baggy on me but I can't let myself be known to the kingdom. I find a gun and dagger underneath my pillow. Where did he even get his hands on such a device!? Guns...they're so new in technology. I sighed deeply and can feel the over whelming anxiety kicking in. I need to calm down. I think of the song my father used to play often...it was called 'Swan Lake'. He used to play it on the piano for me as a little girl. Father...? My eyes shot open as I had a very bad feeling about my father.

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