Relief washed over Noah. For the first time in his life, he felt free. The indescribable fear of being called useless, or even worse, forgotten altogether had dissipated. A hand was extended to him, and elation overwhelmed his being. He could not recall the last time he had been so welcomed into another's embrace, especially after doing something so seemingly unforgivable. But he had been forgiven, and by the most important person in his life. Not only had she forgiven him, but she had promised not to give up on him like everyone else had. It was then that a smile gradually spread across his glowing face, but his bliss could only last so long. And as he looked into her violet eyes he could remember the transparent truth. This is what she wanted all along. Death in its purest form.
"Get away from me!", he hollered, pushing her away with all his might. He knew all along. He knew her intentions, but still he followed along. With bloodied hands, the prince staggered forward. Danger intoxicated his soul and now he desired reverent revenge. "I was a fool to think this would work!" His father's body lay broken and torn, a shell of its former self. And as the pretentious protagonist pushed forward the thought of killing Clarice felt nice.
Anxiety consumed Clarice Michelle. A feeling her body wasn't at all accustomed too. Shock and awe coursed through her veins, very much startled by what she's done. Perplexed is the damsel in distress, because if he were any other man she'd murder him without another thought, but he's Noah....he's Noah....he's Noah. She cries crocodile tears as her lover inches closer. And even with all their history, her plans will not be pummeled.
"Please, don't do this!", she screamed, as his blood stained hands tightened around her sweaty throat. She saw opportunistic value, not for his unoriginal charisma.hatred in his yellow eyes. She knew his intentions, but she knew his heart wouldn't allow it. With frazzled fingertips she touched his wholesome heart. Through tears and exasperation, the lavish lass spoke as fast as she possibly could. "I love you. I love you. And y-you love me." She worked at godspeed to ensure survival. One false action and he'd snap her neck. "Stop!" She'd play to his every whim in hopes of preventing further blood shed.
His gruesome grip loosened. Instead he pressed he palms against her enigmatic face, dingy thumbs digging into her flawless flesh.
"Clarice, I won't kill you. Not because you demand it. Not because of those powers you so selfishly kept away from me. I want you to witness what you've created. My father is gone. My mother is gone. Everyone I've ever cared for his gone because of your selfishness. You're probably fine with that. You're probably relishing in the chaos you've caused. I'd like to commend you for your work. It's fantastic really, but you won't get shit out of it. You won't be Queen. In fact, you'll be stripped of your riches and everything you own. How does that feel? How does it feel to get nothing after ten years of finely calculated work? Death is way to easy in our line of work. Living life without happiness seems far more appropriate for you...you insignificant piece of crap."
She expected his puppy love, but not such luck. She fell onto the cold hard ground. At a loss of words the guilty party groveled for forgiveness. Even with all she's done the brash beauty still saw a future with Noah by her side. However, he didn't desire her existence whatsoever. In fact he wanted her gone. She didn't like that. In fact she hated that.
"You're gonna regret what you've said....", spoke the seductive serpent.
To be continued......