How could you? How could you kiss him?
I ran away, sopping wet, totally unlike the king I was supposed to be. The rain pelted my face and my body like hammer blows, and I welcomed the pain. Cleanse me, kill me, allow me to be reborn. All so I can forget the look on your face when you caught sight of me. I don't need pity, least of all from you. After all, I am a king, and you but a servant girl, a seer from the mystic moon. How could you hurt me in such a way at all?
I knew you loved Allen; it was obvious from the first time he kissed you on the cheek. I knew you were so infatuated with him that you forgot all about me, and that hurt. I was used to always being the center of attention, always being the object of delight and adoration. I mean, come on! Look at Merle! I grew up knowing that I was going to be waited on hand and foot. I never knew that a girl could chose someone else over me, least of all a girl I finally decided to care about, least of all over a playboy lower class knight.
Allen. The mere thought sent a red-hot blot of fury through my blood, and I was forced to slow down, clutching my chest and breathing hard. How could you choose him over me? After you and I both know that he loves the Princess, how could you still care for him in a way that you won't care for me? I've tried to understand, I've tried to be patient; I've comforted you while holding back my own opinions on that pretty boy blonde. Why won't you love me in that way?
Moisture stained my shaking fist, and I blink in surprise. Tears? I hadn't cried since the day my Mother passed away. I always knew that loving someone was dangerous. You never know when they're going to be ripped from your grasp. Ironic now that the one person I actually allowed myself to care about broke my heart. You were stolen right in front of my eyes, myself to immersed in revenge for my country and then my brother and family to notice how cleverly Allen charmed you. I saw too late, I knew when he had you in his arms on our way to Atlantis, in his arms when we escaped from Zaibach, when he had you in his arms...far too many times for me to muse over and keep my fragile sanity.
Is there no chance that you could ever fall in love with me? Or will you always see me as a conceited king of an abolished country, thirsty for revenge in any means? How could you choose a knight over the king of Fanelia? One who actually loves you, no matter how many times he's tried to tell you and messed up?
I was going to tell you in the barn. I was going to order you to stay if necessary, to inform you that I would order my guards to bound and keep you if you tried to escape back to your own world. But when I looked into your emerald eyes, I saw the fear in them, I heard your shocked gasp, and my heart started to scream. She doesn't love you, it seemed to mock me, and she'll never love you. So I covered it up with that ridiculous excuse of wanting your power. From the rage in your slap, I suspected you believed me. I smiled bitterly, touching the still faintly red hand mark on my cheek. Cherish it, my heart sighed, it will be the only contact you'll ever have with her again. The only contact you'll remember you had before your dreams of love were shattered. Shattered in the rain.
I ran away, sopping wet, totally unlike the king I was supposed to be. The rain pelted my face and my body like hammer blows, and I welcomed the pain. Cleanse me, kill me, allow me to be reborn. All so I can forget the look on your face when you caught sight of me. I don't need pity, least of all from you. After all, I am a king, and you but a servant girl, a seer from the mystic moon. How could you hurt me in such a way at all?
I knew you loved Allen; it was obvious from the first time he kissed you on the cheek. I knew you were so infatuated with him that you forgot all about me, and that hurt. I was used to always being the center of attention, always being the object of delight and adoration. I mean, come on! Look at Merle! I grew up knowing that I was going to be waited on hand and foot. I never knew that a girl could chose someone else over me, least of all a girl I finally decided to care about, least of all over a playboy lower class knight.
Allen. The mere thought sent a red-hot blot of fury through my blood, and I was forced to slow down, clutching my chest and breathing hard. How could you choose him over me? After you and I both know that he loves the Princess, how could you still care for him in a way that you won't care for me? I've tried to understand, I've tried to be patient; I've comforted you while holding back my own opinions on that pretty boy blonde. Why won't you love me in that way?
Moisture stained my shaking fist, and I blink in surprise. Tears? I hadn't cried since the day my Mother passed away. I always knew that loving someone was dangerous. You never know when they're going to be ripped from your grasp. Ironic now that the one person I actually allowed myself to care about broke my heart. You were stolen right in front of my eyes, myself to immersed in revenge for my country and then my brother and family to notice how cleverly Allen charmed you. I saw too late, I knew when he had you in his arms on our way to Atlantis, in his arms when we escaped from Zaibach, when he had you in his arms...far too many times for me to muse over and keep my fragile sanity.
Is there no chance that you could ever fall in love with me? Or will you always see me as a conceited king of an abolished country, thirsty for revenge in any means? How could you choose a knight over the king of Fanelia? One who actually loves you, no matter how many times he's tried to tell you and messed up?
I was going to tell you in the barn. I was going to order you to stay if necessary, to inform you that I would order my guards to bound and keep you if you tried to escape back to your own world. But when I looked into your emerald eyes, I saw the fear in them, I heard your shocked gasp, and my heart started to scream. She doesn't love you, it seemed to mock me, and she'll never love you. So I covered it up with that ridiculous excuse of wanting your power. From the rage in your slap, I suspected you believed me. I smiled bitterly, touching the still faintly red hand mark on my cheek. Cherish it, my heart sighed, it will be the only contact you'll ever have with her again. The only contact you'll remember you had before your dreams of love were shattered. Shattered in the rain.