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I am ushered to the large, cold doors that lead to the throne room.
I look up at the steel doors willing this to all be some sick dream.
Some joke.
Willing myself to wake back up in my small cottage back home.
Safe.
Away from all this madness.
...The reason I had escaped in the first place.
Yet...here I was again.
One of the guards gives me a soft nudge and I burst through the room.
Time completely slows the second my eyes fall upon my true lover.
Oh Stupid Stupid Valentine, Why did you come?
He'd risked his life to come here.
He willingly took the bait.
For me.
Our eyes meet.
I want to react, but my body is possessed again.
My face is forced to rest into a cold, unrecognizing glare, completely against my will.
"You Bastard.", spits Valentine.
"Wh-what did you do to her?"
His eyes gloss over and turn back to me.
"I'm so sorry Papillon. I love you.", he whispers to me.
I want to cry. To answer. To apologize and tell him I love him too, but my body refuses to obey.
"You've lost, brother", admonishes Hades from his throne on the alter.
Valentine bares his teeth and clenches his jaw so tight, it seems his veins might pop.
He struggles roughly against the chains and spits back,
"The God of Thunder NEVER loses."
At that, Hades lets out a dark, menacing chuckle.
"We will see about that, dear brother".
With this, he turns to me.
"Will you do the honors, Your Majesty", he grits out, never breaking eye-contact with his brother. Watching him closely.
gauging his reaction.
Instantly, my body jerks to life, marching me over to Valentines chained figure below. I want to pull back but as usual, I can't.
My body makes it all the way down from the dais and comes to a halt right before his knelt form.
He peers up at me and looks deep within my eyes.
Searching for his love, no doubt.
I yearn to touch him but I can't. He lets out another sorrowful cry as my hands move up to his head. My face still refusing to break way to my true emotions.
My fingers wrap delicately around his crystal-smooth crown. Slowly, they pull it completely off of his head, dethroning him. He continues to peer up at me the whole time, never breaking eye contact.
"What has he done to you...", he whispers to me, his gaze unwavering.
The worst, I want to say, but my mouth remains shut.
I am spun around as I march back over to the dais and start my ascent back up to Hades .
The fate of Olympus now rests in my hands.
Literally.
My body comes to an abrupt halt short of the throne as I seize Hades with my fearful glare.
YOU ARE READING
Valentine.
Romance"V&L" read our initials. So delicately carved into a now surely dead Henry's plum-colored flesh. His glazed eyes continue to stare in my direction-Though no longer focused on, but behind me. At this, a familiar scent invades my nostrils. One that p...
