Valens_Fiction

Myth of The Broken Throne

He was a king, with a heart. But after her, the throne was broken. So much that a man with a heart became a terror. A tyrannical terror, who walked through the paths of immortality. A path given by the one, he was loved by. A path given by the one whom he lost forever. -I closed the book and a heavy sigh left my lips. I looked out of the library and there he was standing at the door. His arms flexed as his grip on the door tightened. He felt so close yet so far. And his eyes, his beautiful honey like eyes, it held a story. A mystery that seems to pull me towards him, no matter how much I resist. You know, true love never dies. It's always there, lurking in the deepest and darkest corners of your heart. The only thing one needs is someone as bright as a star to look into your heart and read you like no one has.