Shy2Infinity
Professional daydreamer
All it ever took was a spark to ignite the flame.
Everyone's enemy was the prince. A cruel and vengeful ruler. Someone who ruled with an iron fist. He took and pillaged and murdered, all for the sake of expanding his kingdom. His crimes were plenty. His own people were fearful of him. And they yearned to see an end to such madness. That was where she came in. She'd always been a rebel at heart, someone that defied the odds simply because she wanted to stand up against those wrongs. But everything was so much more complicated than she'd expected. Dear gods, how could she ever expect herself to so easily stand up against the prince?
Especially when he ended up being her Soul mate. Soul mates. A term she'd chosen not to believe, because who would honestly want to be stuck with a person they didn't choose? Least of all, someone as power hungry as the prince? And what if... Someone's Soul mate was abusive? Yet, that didn't change what happened when she met the prince for the first time. The absurd euphoria and elation that rushed her veins when they first laid eyes on each other. And then... the dance. Every spark that zipped through her veins was proof that they were soul mates. Every wonder filled gaze he shot her reassured her that they really were meant to be together.
None of that mattered though, because she was sent to assassinate the prince. All she had to do was ask him if he wanted to follow her to the gardens and make him close his eyes. Perhaps he was waiting for a kiss. If that were the case, then it made it all the easier. Or perhaps not so, as her fingers shook as she raised the dagger. Despite her shaking, it sank in all too easy. She should have left. She really should have left, but all she could find herself doing was kneeling there beside him. A hand cupped his face, tears flooding her eyes.
He was a tyrant, but in that moment, he looked just like a normal man.
Everyone's enemy was the prince. A cruel and vengeful ruler. Someone who ruled with an iron fist. He took and pillaged and murdered, all for the sake of expanding his kingdom. His crimes were plenty. His own people were fearful of him. And they yearned to see an end to such madness. That was where she came in. She'd always been a rebel at heart, someone that defied the odds simply because she wanted to stand up against those wrongs. But everything was so much more complicated than she'd expected. Dear gods, how could she ever expect herself to so easily stand up against the prince?
Especially when he ended up being her Soul mate. Soul mates. A term she'd chosen not to believe, because who would honestly want to be stuck with a person they didn't choose? Least of all, someone as power hungry as the prince? And what if... Someone's Soul mate was abusive? Yet, that didn't change what happened when she met the prince for the first time. The absurd euphoria and elation that rushed her veins when they first laid eyes on each other. And then... the dance. Every spark that zipped through her veins was proof that they were soul mates. Every wonder filled gaze he shot her reassured her that they really were meant to be together.
None of that mattered though, because she was sent to assassinate the prince. All she had to do was ask him if he wanted to follow her to the gardens and make him close his eyes. Perhaps he was waiting for a kiss. If that were the case, then it made it all the easier. Or perhaps not so, as her fingers shook as she raised the dagger. Despite her shaking, it sank in all too easy. She should have left. She really should have left, but all she could find herself doing was kneeling there beside him. A hand cupped his face, tears flooding her eyes.
He was a tyrant, but in that moment, he looked just like a normal man.