'Moonlight Serenade' A bite
"As the king's words hung in the air, his bride-to-be seethed with discontent. 'You want me to surrender my freedom, my autonomy, my very self to you?' she spat, her silver hair flashing in the sunlight like a blade. Her green eyes blazed with defiance, the same eyes that had captivated him from the moment they met. He was taken aback by her ferocity, but his gaze never wavered. He was too consumed by his obsession, his need to claim her as his own.
'You are mine, now and forever,' he declared, his voice low and husky. 'Do not think of escaping, or worse, taking your own life. Death is no freedom from me, my love. I will follow you into the afterlife and claim you there, too.'
Her eyes widened in horror, but he could see the spark of fascination, the thrill of being possessed by a power greater than herself. He knew she was torn, her desire for independence warring with her desire for him. And he knew he would win, in the end. For he was the king, and he always got what he wanted."
Lollita19pie · Fantasie
