The King's Queen

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Chapter Thirty Three ▪︎ The King's Queen

Dedicated to NyxMorana and all my readers. You will get dedicated chapters in book 2.

Thank you, to all of you. So very much. For deciding to read my book, and especially for making it through to the end. I love you. Book 2 will not be under a different title after all.

The world lost colour.

Her eyes faded from gray to black, and back to steel.

He hadn't left the room. He was trapped in the same position, his body like a stone statue, his mind turning with self-destructive thoughts and memories of her, his one and only. His soul was ripped away the moment hers left her body with the feeble breath of air leaving her lungs.

Now all that was left of them were two bodies, one killed and the other tortured.

It was his fault. His magic killed her. His selfishness took her away. Greed took everything from him, from them.

Thanatos wasn't aware of anything surrounding him, but the pain that seemed to be suffocating the both of them. They were in hell, with their body scorching from the inside.

In times like these, Thanatos would be killing anything and everything he could while Alexander would be too consumed in his pain to notice.

But not this time.

Dahlia was... gone.

The fact seemed to shimmering on the surface of his mind, but not exactly sinking in.

He was numb, but he felt everything.

He closed her dead eyes with his thumb and kissed her on the lips one last time.

No sparks ignited upon contact. The only thing the kiss brought him was a sour memory of him hurting her. The kiss was what killed her in the first place.

It was the first action in a chain of reactions, with the final product being death.

He got up from his knees and took her lifeless body up in his arms. He entered her bedroom.

The cream walls looked dull. Her pink sheets were crumbled, a result of her restless dreaming. There was black poison on her pillowcase, resembling the stain he put on her heart.

Oh Goddess, how he wished to have never met her.

To live his life knowing she lived hers out would be the biggest blessing of his life.

But he just had to be a greedy bastard and take that away from her.

He laid her body down on the bed and covered her in the sheets.

She is just asleep, he thought. She needs to rest.

He pushed her hair out of her face. Her lips were blue and cracked. Her hair was dry and her skin pale. This was the third time he made her look this way.

Most of their time together was spent in hospital rooms and the horrid castle.

He didn't have a future anymore. Even before she was born, he hoped to meet her and to have a mate. He secretly hoped his happy ending would come, but he never hoped for this.

He had her, he got her, he found her, and he killed her.

What could he hope to find? War? Destruction? The end of the world?

He knew he would outlive any plague and any natural disaster that would have killed anyone else on the horrid planet.

Then he and his beast could enjoy solitude to the fullest.