Time Stands Still

Curse us if we were wrong else speak not much,

You have lived your ways, your life differs

Hence, I refuse to let you have a say.

I cradled our son, I stood as your half. I might have been yours and only yours bride, but you seem to have mistaken me for a loving wife.

                             Time had driven me to an edge where I refuse to yield to your wishes. I stand with time and myself. I leave this letter to you, as a token of my hatred I bore for all these years, towards you.

The words spread like fire among the commoners. Their queen ran away with her lover, leaving behind her three years old son, who was her own flesh and blood. The queen turned heartless, had they all thought not the same, if they knew what the Queen had faced.

Years passed by, the letter, the last belonging of the Queen given to the King was burned in a fire, along with all her belongings. As if her entire existence was to be removed from the memory of her three years old. Justice is served, as for though she gave birth to him, she chose not to take him along.

The prince soon was encountered by the lavishing wedding of his father with the Princess of Pulcher.

Which father was heartless enough to wed his only daughter to a ruthless king but nevertheless, the wedding took place.

The palace was decorated, with roses and lilies and was much, much more enchanting than the wedding his mother had. At least that is what he heard from the rumors flying around the palace.

The memory was stoned into his life, and it became something he could never erase. Something he was compelled to remember, something which would only leave his side if he were to meet his death. And after years of togetherness with that memory, he had met his death.

He wondered which human was proudly calling death as a punishment, if she was a punishment he was willing to suffer in her hands. His death, when he met her for the first time, she was the most beautiful thing, he had seen ever in his entire life.

She was dressed in a Persian blue gown, her hairs were down till her waist, she had those golden hairs, but the endings were slightly brown. Her eyes were honey-toned like amber. It was as if a jeweler had attached his best cutted pieces of amber to her eyes. They were shining underneath the sun, and were vibrant like her laughter, until they met his.

He knew from that moment that he was compelled under her spell, she was like wine, she seduced him into entering her room in the darkness of nights, and spend those passionate moments underneath the sheets. His eyes would roam all over her skin, his hands would join hers and their souls would unite.

But for how long would their lustrous desire stay the same?

The question was still to find an answer!

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