The Queen's Assassin

triggers: death, blood

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'You really thought you had me, didn't you?' he whispered, his voice devoid of all the emotions I'd become familiar with, the knife I had pressed against his throat feeling heavier than it usually did.

'I know I do,' I whispered quietly, almost choking on my words and at the usual lack of enmity his held. I could live with the fact that he hated me, but not that I was his demise long before his body ever went cold.

The twisted light of the moon cast the road in shadows that screamed to give in to the feeling of loving him, the streets deserted and the chatter that made it alive a ghost of its predecessor.

'You can't stop me, little bird,' he said with a smirk lighting his voice. His back sagged into me, as if he was a second away from giving up, giving into the feeling he had fought against for so long.

I pressed the knife harder, his hiss ensuring that I had drawn blood. 'Don't do it. Please don't make me do it. You know I will.' A single tear rolled down my cheek, the only evidence my heart betrayed that it was going to hurt was much more than my mind had perceived.

'Some would say there's honor in dying at your enemy's hands,' he murmured.

'But you aren't fighting back!' I cried out. I wanted him to fight back so that he could hate me more. So that he would end my misery before I could realize how much he loved me.

How much I loved him.

I was practically cradling him in my arms at this point, the weight of him and the weight of what I would be forced to do made me weak in the knees.

'You played a good game. And I even fell for it. Fell for your touches and your loving caresses and your promises. I fell for the fact that you could love me someday,' he murmured, breaking my heart with every single word he uttered.

And I hadn't said it back.

I should've said it. I know I did.

Love him. Loved the villain of the story. Of my story. Maybe if I had said it, he would've stopped. Then maybe the world wouldn't be tipping off the cliff.

Maybe I would be dancing with my arms around his neck at our wedding instead of holding his life in them. Maybe it would be his hand in mine instead of the blood sputtering from his neck.

'I did love you. So much that it was going to consume me whole. So much that some days I hated myself for loving you to the point where I was willing to betray my Queen for you. I loved you,' I said through pained sobs, as his body slumped into my arms and the blood kept on gushing on me.

I guess there was something romantic about killing the love of all your lifetimes to save the world he'd come an inch away from destroying.

And with the moon shining it's disapproving light on his twisted form in my lap, I cried the tears I'd never let fall.

I cried for the only man I'd loved.

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The Author: Anonymous