"Don't ever Leave me...""I won't..."
The Raven haired boy who was covered with red blood cried out as he creased Lady Mary's face that was dripping with blood and her body drenched. Lady Mary placed her forehead onto his and smiled telling him she'll never leave him that he was her own blood. She hugged him tightly. He laid his head on her chest her warmth embrace would live in him forever. So did the words "Don't Ever Leave Me".
Those words hunted him bringing with the image of death and blood that he knew he was born with. He woke up with his heart racing Realizing that her warm embrace was a memory long gone. He tried to catch his breath as he felt his tears running down his face. He wiped them off staring at the teardrops in his palm as if he was seeing a ghost. He thought he was a man with no tears.
His wife woke up, rushing to hold him saying that it was just a nightmare. His pale face turned into an irritated look. He never wants his wife to see him as Vulnerable.
"I'm fine..."
"It's alright to grieve her..."
"Grieve her...She means nothing to me! How many times did I tell that if she drops dead I won't care! That horrid woman! Finally, I can carry on living in peace!"
"Ramsey.."
"She was your Mother..."
"Mother...Not all mothers love their children"
He scoffed looking down on his wife she bit her lips after she said the word "Mother", she looked down on her sheets fighting her tears then looked the other way not wanting to face him, the atmosphere in the King and Queen of Sepia Chamber felt colder than King Victor's Chamber. It was nothing but silence when King Ramsey spoke with a smirk on his face.
"Azmerlda...My Queen...You wanna make Your King feel better..Come here!"
King Ramsey pulled his wife closer to him grabbing her face turning it toward his, to look into her green eyes, for some odd reason her face always made him smile. He kissed her with the same passion he always had for her. He pushed her on the bed he laid on top of her. His wife giggling trying to push him off but she soon fell to his charms.
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It's been a month since Lady Mary's passing, Rose-Angelica has shut the world out, She hasn't been to school nor out of the palace, she has lost all hope, Lost the will to live, She lost her voice. She was unable to speak her heart was filled with grieve she felt every breath she took was piercing her soul. She woke up everyday with the same nightmare ever since she saw her grandmother's body set on fire. She dreamt of those flames traumatized by that image.
A week after her passing there have been multiple Assassination attempts on Rose the princess of Vrithia. Luckily she just remembered one as they got rid of them before she realized that but that one time after Cynthia and Lily convinced her to walk in the Royal Gardens. One guy appeared from the bushes he was one of the night clan as even though he covered his face you could see his red eyes lurking behind his mask.
The masked man, stabbed Lily with a silver blade pinned her to the tree but Cynthia managed to hold him enough for her to call for help but then he stabbed her as well, the man jumped on Rose he was out of weapons what it seemed like he had only his claws that wrapped around Rose's neck. She was terrified but she stared blankly at him as his eyes reminded her of her grandmother just as he was about to snap her neck. Ashbel snapped his. He helped Rose up who was crying the moans of her cries is the only sound that seemed to come out of her mouth.
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The Raven: Blood of The Heaven
FantasyDisclaimer this is mostly a draft (unedited) But please do tell me your opinion How do the forsaken ones live? Ever wondered how those who were born with such darkness lived? welcome To the forgotten kingdom of the underworld the small vampire king...