Plik, plik, plik. A scarlet liquid danced down the metallic menacing blade, forming an inky pattern on the marble floor. The moonlight pierced through Mai's raven gem-like eyes, cautiously hiding her demonic smile.
"Yes, yes! Such a marvellous entertainment that I have seen for myself. I have ended that peasant's life. The one who tried to steal his lips. The one who attempted to win his heart," the black-eyed blade thrower chuckled softly.
Licking the liquid on the silver blade, a cheshire grin spreaded across her pale face more and more. She tasted success. She tasted the peasant's death. Her sorrow was released out of rage, unfreezing the prolonged iceberg in her heart. It was as if assassinating her enemy was her healer. Yes, murder was her warmth and light.
He is mine all mine. I belong to him. We are meant to be together, just the two of us. I am the one who should be his humble and loveable future wife. I am the one who should be his treasure. I deserve to be with him for eternity. I deserve to lay with him. It should be me not her. I will do whatever it takes to win his heart even I have to pay the price. And no one, no one is standing in my way.