Queen- Short Story

SHORT STORY - QUEEN

[note: they are andro, have no gender or anything example: rimuru tempest from tensura. Rimuru is called he but his body has no gender, same for my characters! That's all]

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It was raining heavily. Thunders rumbles on the dark cloudy sky as lightnings follows with unimaginable light flashes through the sky, as if the morning came by in a blink of an eye. The sound of rain hits the tiled roof of the palace heavily and loud. It would be really pleasing to the ear if not for the loud thunders. Soft breaths filled the silence inside the palace, in fact it was breaths of the two people. One was sitting on a wide wooden chair with a soft foam for the person to sit or lay comfortably. It was a man in velvety maroon robe with golden phoenix on the back of his robe while the hems had cloud like designs and flowy wind, as if indicating the heavens that was ruled by a phoenix in the sky. The man's face was covered with a red silk cloth as the head band that was supposed to cover his hair was on another man's hand, who was laying down on his lap, numb and motionless, pale and blue. But unlike the man in red robe, he was wearing a blue and white robe with a white and elegant wolf on the back part of the silky robe.

But instead of skies and clouds designs, his was mountains and snows were in the hem of his robe as a light blue clothed silk, that was supposed to hide his face like the other man, was hang loosely on his face. His lips and side cheek was shown as his long white lashes peak out of the clothe.

It would be worrisome if his face was shown as it was their tradition to never show their faces to anyone. But the man in red-golden fancy robe couldn't care anymore, as the said man was already dead, just laying silently on his lap, having his peaceful sleep in eternity.

The man in red robe was observing his dead brother who was sleeping on his lap while his head band was one of his hand, tightly clasping his blue fingers on it. The man in red robe took his dead brother's other hand and held it gently against his warm ones. Despite it being cold and stiff, he still massages his brother's hand like he usually does whenever he felt uneasy. As he re-organize the long white straight hair away from little brother's face.

But right now, he doesn't know what to feel. He was just silently observing his dead brother who was laying on his lap, comfortably. He doesn't feel sad. He doesn't feel remorseful. He doesn't feel anger...anger towards the man in front of him for killing his precious little brother. He doesn't feel anything. It feels like his whole world at this moment was just cold and dark. Completely ignoring his ministers,soldiers and shadow guards, who were already dead long ago.

* Loud rumble! Loud rumble! *

Thunders rumble loudly as the rain never cease to stop, as it gets stronger any minute.

The man in front of him, wearing a dignified armour of a soldier, with a huge gun on his back and a sharp longsword on his hand, imbedded with blood from people inside the palace. His whole being was drench in rain and blood and sweats. His face was unknown as he was wearing a very hideous masks that no one would probably wear but him. His hair was in high ponytail as strands of hair hang on the side of his masks. Breathing evenly behind it as he waits the other to have any reaction.

The armoured man had been waiting for more than an hour, standing right in front of the man in red-golden robes, as if waiting for any reaction. He was waiting, and waiting, and waiting. Until a half an hour passed, the man in front of him did not give him any. No crying sounds, no maniac laughter, no silent sobs, no yellings...anything. He doesn't receive any reaction at all. Getting annoyed, his brows form a frown behind his masks as his jaw clenched tightly.

"Have you remorse enough, my queen? " he said in gritted teeth as a snarl of hatred forms on his lips. But even though he hated the other for what he had done, his heart couldn't help but feel immense sadness and guilt for the other, since he was his loyal servant and a friend till their death. He couldn't understand the person he once serving anymore. He wasn't like this before. He wasn't this indifferent and cold to the world. As if he doesn't care anymore. Both of them, the two brothers had suddenly change without any reason...or that's what he thought.