Dakyres of Ardor | BoyxBoy ✓

21 | Queen of Coaxing Poems

EREN

Eren was laying on the gigantic bed in his chamber, his eyes fixed up to the ceiling. Stray tears left his eyes and he didn't even know it, trickling down and getting into his ears. That was his life after a whole year without Byron, his thoughts were quiet and his head was empty. Nothing moved him, nothing except Byron's last words which seemed to always ring in his ears.

Rolling to his side, he was playing with a lose thread from his wrappers. Silently praying for something to happen in his life, a miracle maybe.

And that miracle came.

A rhythmic knock was placed on his door, a servant's knock. He couldn't remember asking for anything from the kitchen or sending for anyone. Rolling to his other side, the knock came again. Maybe it was time for another council meeting, he thought.

He was incredibly spiritless, sometimes he did not even have the zeal to breath. He just wanted to cut the passage of air to his lungs and free himself from this endless cycle of pain. The knock came the third time, louder this time. If the servant knocks for the fifth time and there's no response from inside, they'll have to make their way in without needing permission.

He wasn't wearing his face scarf mask. His scar had remained a secret, only the council of Lords, Ursa and immediate members of the royal family knew about it. A servant couldn't see it, a servant never had to see it.

Slowly sitting up before standing up completely from his bed, the knock came the fourth time. He tied the mask around his face, just below his ears, looking at his reflection in the mirror, looking at what he had become he heaved a sigh.

"You may come in," he called out and the door slowly creaked open. "What is it?" He asked, his voice cold.

Turning he saw Aphrodite standing by the door, the sadness on her face almost matched his.

"Oh, hello Aphrodite," he plopped back down on his bed, pulling the cursed mask away from his disfigured face.

Aphrodite had been coming once or twice a month to see him. She'd been the closest he was to Byron. He always inquired from her how his dearly beloved was faring.

Sometimes she would tell the truth, sometimes she would sugar coat her words, but he knew Byron wasn't doing too well. He still wanted to talk to him, he still wanted to accept and cuddle all of him. But he was coming to accept that their love wasn't that fortunate.

"Hey there, Eren," she walked over to his fancy metal table where he usually ate, and set down the tray she had in her hands. "I brought pigeon soup and eggplant parmesan because that was the only way I could get to this part of the Keep; with food. How're you holding up?" She then walked over to his bed and sat lightly at the edge.

"I'm diminishing," he answered in a tone void of almost every emotion except immense sadness.

"Aww," Aphrodite cooed, scooting closer and placing a hand on his laps so benignly, "and your extremely comfortable royal bed is not helping?"

"It would've helped if Byron was on it with me," his voice was shaky from all the silent crying.

"Look at you," she rubbed slightly on his laps, "you're smitten." A genuine weak, yet warm smile formed on her lips.

"I'm not. I've come to realise that I'm absolutely nothing without Byron."

"What if I told you, you could become something again?" Aphrodite teased the question.

He shot up, holding himself up on his elbows. "Please don't joke with serious things like this Aphrodite."

She scooted closer to him, motioning for him to sit up completely. He complied.