A Story Ended Too Soon

Another life

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It was just a small peek, a little eye candy for you to absorb before staining his lovely suit. Remind yourself why you're here and what you must do, do not get attached for all the kingdom knows him for only his looks and so should you. But that glance held a secret that delivered bad news. 

That mark looked all too much like your own, you could feel it stare back at you as you danced with him. He looked concerned, worried for you. And thus you excused yourself from his embrace. Sure enough, you find yourself looking at the mark once more as if it decided to rest upon your shoulder.

 It mocks you, like tea on parchment; it stains your skin.

 You were alarmed by how charmed you seem and how genuinely cheerful the prince looked. How unprofessional of you, you laugh, to fall for a dead man. Cursed fate and all. 

But you have a job, and there was no way out of this. You're dead if you kill him, and you're dead if you don't. The family always held high standards, and no one but spirits escapes the family. 

 A sudden knock at the door followed by sweet melody, asking for you. The mark acknowledged you feel your insides flip and you can't feel your shoes. You reassure the voice, but it does not seem convinced. You think of how long until your song ends. Star-crossed lovers, it seems, and you must come to terms with your destiny. 

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You are not cruel though. You walk with him to his family. Sip wine behind pillars listening to them speak. Walk and dance and talk until your muscles are sore and your voice is hoarse. You both share stories, experiences, secrets, and heated breaths. 

 And all the while the young prince is smiling, as though all the parties, royal balls or ceremonies could not amount to this one night with a person he had just met. He is no fool, he feels the bond as you feel it. You know he is anxious to ask you, or perhaps see for himself at a later time of the night. 

 But you cannot stand to last that long. 

 Thus at the softest point of the party, in a garden tucked away that hides nature untouched, you share both share a delicate kiss that bares no lust. It is his greetings, his affection, and promise. It is your farewell, your distraction, your poison taking you. Your last touch, sight, smell, sound and taste is your adonis. 

 The Prince dies the most horrid of deaths; heartbreak and sadness.

Until you both meet again, in another world, in another life.