The Unnamed Queen

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Still three years, seven months, and fourteen days prior.

He still holds my hand as we walk. He holds it as if i'm going to burst into sprint at any moment. He holds it like i'm going to slip away from him.
I do not dare speak as we wander down a slim, winding path.

The Boy from the Lake; his Name is Eros. He was named after the Greek god of Lust and Sex. There is a reason he was named what he was. He has the ability to Influence; much like Lust or sex over a person. His features (by every definition) are flawless. His hair is the most exquisite shade of dark chocolate and his eyes the color of sapphire. His body was that of a dream. With a sculpted face and muscular torso, he was hard to miss.

He received his name because of these traits. His parents were told by someone very trusted in fortune readings that there child would be one of influence and persuasion. The reader was not wrong. Girls and Guys alike can't take there eyes off him. At a single ask or command virtually anyone will be at there knees begging him for the  slightest bone to be thrown there way. Everyone except for me, that is. Is he attractive? Sure. Attractive enough for me to worship him? No.

That is what makes us such good friends. We understand each other in ways no one could have predicted. From the outside we seem nothing alike and people are often confused to why we are friends in the first place. I, myself am still wondering the same thing to be completely honest with you. However the confusion from others is natural because I know something about Eros they don't.

Eros hates himself. He hates himself with the kind of passion you harbor towards your worst enemy. Because in his eyes he is his own worst enemy. The world fears him and fantasizes him; he can't stand it. He wants to be known as kind and caring not controlling and manipulative.

Not one single person has ever truly loved Eros; and he knew it. They loved the idea of what he could do for them. They loved the dangerous reputation that came with him. They loved the "one night stand" with someone literly named after the god of sex. But no one ever loved him. With this being said, he has never loved anyone himself either.
He realized at a very young age that the world was never going to love him. His own parents only refered to him by his name and hardly rasied him.

     One day he was walking into the main hall of his family manor and heard is parents talking. He heard his mother speak first,

"I simply think we take Eros for the press. The media is already named him the "Young King" we could really gain control of the people with his name and future. He could be the next in line to rule. Our wealth and more importantly our social status would be secured for centuries. Think about it"

"My dear," spoke his father.

" The boy may cause problems for us as well. A number of mishaps could happen I just don't know if he is ready to be placed in the public eye. We will reap the rewards from Eros when they are most sufficient for us. And I simply think that the time is not now."

"He will secure us what we need then he is going to the capital, deal?"

"Sounds like a magnificent plan my dear" Eros's father said with a smile extending his arm to his wife.

"We're already late have a servant call the car," the mother stated taking her husband's arm.

Eros sat behind the wall of that room and cried. He draged himself upstairs to his room and sat on his perfectly made bed. He only cried for a short time before he was silent.
He stared and thought about why no one loved him. He didn't understand. He he been bad? Had he done something wrong? He did everything his tutors and maids told him to do. At the age of five the boy was confused and sad.

At the age of seven the boy was angry and tired. When Eros was seven years old he invited a "friend" over. He once asked this friend why he wanted to hang around Eros. The friend without thinking stated that he liked getting attention at school. Eros then proceeded to tell the child to get out. The child was stunned and refused. Eros yelled at the top of his lungs for a manor guard. When a fleet of four arrived to check on the the boy he had the child escorted out.

At the age of thirteen he coldly wondered, "Why love something that refuses to love you back?"

At the age of nineteen he became the demon everyone loved to fear.