Half a heart, half a crown

F O R T Y T H R E E

He stared straight into my soul, awaken the guilt inside of me, making me become speechless at my spot. My most rhythymic organ pumped expeditiously inside my ribcage preventing me from breathing properly. Our eyes locked with so many emotions shared and I knew mine, showed a lot hesitation. 

I opened my mouth but nothing came out, and so I gulped down the heaviness in my throat and tried again. However, before I could say anything, his eyes slowly closed and he had lost into a deep slumber, not death - I hoped.

I screamed out suddenly, along with cries and tears. I tried to shake him awake, but his eyes were shut, and so I screamed out my cries even louder.

"Please....please wake up, King Devilon. I'll marry you...I will marry you...please..." I spoke through the hiccups in my throat and tears through my eyes. I knew I will regret it later but for now, he needs to live, to help me.

It felt as if the room was silent because as I looked up, there are only our soldiers, our men, all of the rebels were nowhere to be found. Dead bodies piled up on the floor. I was shaking, I was shocked. I felt as if the whole room became once again hectic, not with fighting, but with many people gathered around, crying, terrified, trying to get ahold of King Devilon, helping him get treated. 

"Please..." I watched as they took him away, probably bringing him to his bedroom.

I remained still in my position, my mind was filled with curiosity. The fast pacing of my heart, remained constant. Surrounded me, were broken chandeliers, fallen debris, broken doors and glass, and torn furnitures. Everthing was a mess. 

"Magnificent..." A voice caught me between my thoughts.

I turned around to see Rosemary stood there in the corner, still holding the tray of drinks. Somehow I don't want to go near her. I don't want to know what else she had to say. To my surprise, she walked towards me with that confident she had within her. Everyone was busy frightening, therefore, I am incredibly sure that no one will take a notice in us.

"Please, " I shook my head, "not right now.."

She smiled, "No, Magnificent. You are not going to be grieving like that. Don't let your feelings control you."

I rolled my eyes, "please stop it."

I am not in the mood for her to tell me what I should do and what I shouldn't do. So, I walked away, leaving her calling my name behind. Although I really do appreciate her help and advice, she still frustrated me so much with her commanding words and actions.

I was back in my room, resting, thinking.

I understand why Rosemary kept on pushing me on my feet about my revenge, because I am a very indecisive person, and just very hesitant when it comes to commitment. Surely, I will not give up on my revenge and it will took every ounce of me to commit it. I admit that time really do change our thoughts slightly, but she has to realize that time will not change our thoughts fully, sure, it shifted our thoughts once in a while but not completely, never completely. 

A knock invaded my ears, cutting me off my thoughts. Opening the door, my eyes were met with a pair of expressive blue eyes of Queen Alizarin. She looked fierce as usual but there were...worries behind her eyes. 

I folded my arms and stared at her. I had to admit, seeing her made me become bitter every single time. Her fingers were fidgetting as if she was nervous and my curiosity came back. Why is she even here anyway?

"I am here to talk." blandness in her voice as she spoke. 

"Go ahead" I nodded, "talk."

She probably despised my bitter words and actions but she hid it quite well. Her eyes were so serious, I knew she was not here to insult or trying to have fight with me. She stared at me for a second before she started talking again.

"My son." I grimaced at her pretend, "He is injured, quite deeply, and he isn't yet awake."

I hated how I was crying so hard a moment ago but now, I barely feel a thing. 

"What are you trying to refer to?" again, bitter was all I sounded.

She took a deep breath, still standing as tall and confident as she was, "I don't want you to be here anymore."

Struck. Her words struck me once again.

She took a step forward, smilling "I don't know how you managed to put a heart into him, but I know you are no good news. The more he felt, the more he will get hurt." her eyes were begging me, "please leave him alone. Go back to where you are from and leave my son alone."

I chuckled dryly, "What if he doesn't want me to leave?"

"He doesn't want you to leave him, but now, this is the time for you to go." She stared at me.

Of course this is the time that I could go and leave this all behind. He isn't conscious to hold me back. 

"Think about it." Was all that she said before turning her heels through the door.

I could go back and forget all about my revenge. I could live a life where no one is harmed. I could live a life where I am safe.

Without knowing, I was walking towards King Devilon's room. I did not knock nor check the door before entering. Luckily, no one was there except King Devilon himself, laid down on his bed unconscious. I walked over and sat on the empty side of the bed. He looked lifeless but his chest was rising up and down indicating that he was breathing, that he was okay. The thick bandage was completely soaked in blood, his wound was probably so deep. I placed my hand over his skin, on top of his chest.

I don't know how you managed to put a heart into him.

Had I changed him? 

Had I?

"I am sorry for what I had done." I whispered.

Maybe after all this, it will be over.

"but I am not sorry for what I am going to do next."