She was ripped away from him
Drowned in the cold hands of death
But he would do anything
To have her back
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Once upon a time a winged girl fell in love with a winged prince. She was kind and beautiful but also young and naive. She gave her hear...
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She died without honor
She died because the one she loved turned his back on her
She died with no name
The saddest thing was that she was the one who saved them all
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"Turn around."
I raised my eyebrows at him. He did the same, a crystal tube in his hand.
"I can do it myself."
He walked behind me and I followed, making sure my wings are out of his reach. I wasn't sure if he knew I was part of the prank for dying his hair red but just to be safe, I'm not turning my back on him. Who knew what tricks he had up his sleeves. Anyways, touching a Winged's wings is a form of intimacy two partners share.
"Can you just cooperate and turn around?"
"No!" I ducked away as he attempted to corner me against the wall.
Our game of avoidance continued on for a few minutes before he got frustrated. Throwing the crystal vial onto the bed, he lunged forward with wings extended which made him extremely scary looking with the look on his face.
I screamed, "Get away!" Grabbing a duster that was lying on the ground, I whipped it towards him, stopping his advance. "You come any closer and I'll poke out both your eyes."
He snorted, running a hand through his hair. "Like you can do anything against me." His arrogance was infuriating. I smacked him on the head and quickly took a step back.
It was silent for a few seconds before he opened his eyes and looked at me with a dark look. I let out a nervous laugh. "I didn't do it."
He advanced forward, a predatory look in his eyes. "Oh? Then please enlighten me."
"Um uh, it just...attacked you?" He lunged and I screamed, throwing the duster at him. He swiftly dodged and grabbing my arms, pinning me to the bed. I kicked him in the stomach, knocking him off.
An amused glint appeared in his eyes. "What's so bad about letting me put oil in your feathers?" His dark eyes watched me as I inched away. The smirk on his lips told me he knew why. That prick.
I clutched the vial I had snatched behind my back. "Nothing. I'm just saying I'm capable of putting it on myself. There's no need for you to trouble yourself." Spying the door that's slightly ajar, I sprinted forward and yelled back, "Thank you!"
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Cora plopped down on the grass next to me, sighing heavily. I looked at her with raised eyebrows. "What's wrong?"
She gave me an accusatory look. "My brother is brooding and him brooding makes him annoyed at everyone. Him annoyed leads him to lashing out at the guards and me."
