Solangelo One-shots.

Two halves of a broken whole.

"YOU'VE WHAT?!"

Nico shuddered as the echo of his father's enraged yell shook the throne room. Hidden behind one of the lavish drapes of the room, he peeked out from the edge of the velvety material to see his sister and father, faces literally inches apart, and his mother, watching warily from a few feet away from the fighting duo.

"You heard me, Father."

"Are you that unhappy with our decision to make you the heir of the throne that you've run off and mixed around with...those..those.."

Hazel's fourteen-karat gold eyes blazed with intense fury, but her words were cool. "Those what, Dad?"

"Things."

The fire in Hazel's eyes burned out.

"You know what their people did to ours, you know how terrible it was. You know."

"That was ages ago! They've...they've changed, Father!"

"Liars, the lot of them. Liars! You are not, NEVER GOING TO SEE THAT FAERIE EVER AGAIN."

Hazel spat in his face.

Taken by surprise, he tumbled backwards, before her action settled into his brain, and he turned back to her, his emotions and a mix of shock and violent rage.

"I don't care if you took me in when I was a child. I didn't ask for you to save me, because honestly, death would be better than forcing me to love someone I can't, better than forcing a responsibility on me that I did not want to take."

Growing silence filled the room, before Nico's mother brushed her hair back, and took Hazel's wrist.

"I do not appreciate the insolence, Hazel Levesque."

Hurt sparked in her eyes, and she struggled to free her wrist. "I know who you are, Levesque. I knew who your parents were, and what they did. And what they would've done to you. There are many things much worse than death, my dear."

"MOTHER!" Hazel's nails scraped raw lines down the Queen's arm, eyes filling with tears, cheeks already damp from the stray ones that slipped from her eyes.

The Queen's pale fingers released her step daughter's wrist. Whimpering, the younger girl clutched her already bruising wrist to her chest.

"Leave."

Nico's heart shattered when his sister, his sister, the sister he'd known for the entirety of his life, lift her head, golden eyes no longer sparkling, no longer bright. "You may think that they're the monsters, but truly, YOU'RE THE MONSTERS."

With that, Hazel picked up her skirts and ran out of the room, sobbing growing louder and louder.

"You shouldn't have done that."

"It was what had to be done."

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"Hazel?" Nico pushed open the door of her room.

No answer.

"Hazel?"

A slight rustling of the wind alerted him. The window had been thrown wide open.

"HAZEL!" He screamed, heart pounding, not before he caught sight of the rope made out of blankets and clothes, all the way down onto the ground below.

His pounding heart slowed, but it raced again. Hazel was out there, alone. With nothing to defend herself with.

He immediately climbed out of the window, praying that she'd left some sort of trail.