Royal Blood, The Harvest Ball

The music of the harvest ball and the indistinct chatter of the guests and servants trickled into the background, alone outside of the ballroom he took another step closer to her,
"you are right, Everywhere I go death follows, a trail of blood so long behind me that it pours over my shadow, but Infront of me, there is only you, the melody of my heart's rhythm and the calling of my bodies desires. If love be the poison I drink from your lips, then let blood be the antidote that pours from your heart. Tell me you don't burn with desire when u look at me, tell me you are afraid, run from me...look at me and tell me to stop, and I will let you go... Tell me you don't want me... please I beg of you, before we both go to far" he whispered into her ear as she stood, back pressed against the wall, heart pounding out of her chest, locking eyes with a murderer.