Thorns And Pearls
- LECTURES 14
- Votes 1
- Chapitres 1
"You know, this whole thing really could be so much worse." The Prince says, wiping blood from his hands onto a handkerchief that belonged to the Princess in front of him.
"Oh please..." She muttered, drawing the jacket he had handed her closer around her shoulders. "This whole situation would be better if you didn't cause it in the first place. If you hadn't... acted the way you did. We wouldn't be here in the first place!" She says, giving him a stern look.
The Prince smiled slyly, letting out a chuckle that could only be described as dark and bitter. "Oh, Princess, I wouldn't have acted the way I did had I not lost you."
Ameila furrowed her eye brows at her, and let her eyes pierce through him like a silver dagger. "I'm not yours to lose. You are-"
"Insane? Crazy? Derangedm? A mad man?" He laughs, closing the space between the two, his hand snaking its way up to her face, holding her chin and staring back into her eyes, the most confident look on his face.
He stared into her eyes and closed the gap between them, their bodies pushing closer as her back gently collided with the wall behind them. He laughed once more and pressed their foreheads together.
Footsteps and the clanking of metal was heard on the landing above them. More guards. Wonderful.
"Princess, I would kill thousands for you. I would bring down towns, cities, countries, hell... I'd topple empires for you. The only "crazy" thing I have ever done, was let them take you away from me." Kelvin says, drawing his dagger.
"Now you stay here and think on that. Don't move, I'll be back for you." He turns on his heel to go before turning back around. "Princess, I'll always come back for you."
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Trigger Warnings:
-Violence
-Murder
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