[A/n:] I wrote this fic at like 11:30 at night. The idea just popped into
my head for reasons I have no idea whatsoever.so please R/R I love getting
reviews!!!
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I am numb. I cannot hear, can barely see. I mustn't cry; I mustn't show my feelings to these people. It's the mask I donned when I married him, taken off only alone or alone with him, but such moments were rare.
But I endured. For him.
My hands tremble and my head spins. It feels like a lifetime until they leave. I dismiss my ladies-in-waiting. I need to be alone; I need to take off The Mask.
I sway as I rise from the throne. The stairs to my chambers seem endless. I stumble countless times. I feel as if I'm walking in a fog. All around me is dim.
The end of this long journey draws near. My hands fumble for the doorknob, and somehow I lock myself in the one place I can remove The Mask.
I sit down on the bed, my head bowed. My hair falls around me like the leaves of a Weeping Willow. I try to collect my thoughts. In vain. The tears start falling like a waterfall. Frantically, I try to bring an image of his noble face to my mind. The image seems dark, forgotten.
An excruciating pain jumps into my heart. I scream, clutch my chest, and fall to the floor. The cold realization creeps into my mind:
I'm dying.
I do not have the strength to get up, to face my destiny. My face is soaked with tears. I lie there, defeated.
My love. My husband. My king.
Dead.
I am numb. I cannot hear, can barely see. I mustn't cry; I mustn't show my feelings to these people. It's the mask I donned when I married him, taken off only alone or alone with him, but such moments were rare.
But I endured. For him.
My hands tremble and my head spins. It feels like a lifetime until they leave. I dismiss my ladies-in-waiting. I need to be alone; I need to take off The Mask.
I sway as I rise from the throne. The stairs to my chambers seem endless. I stumble countless times. I feel as if I'm walking in a fog. All around me is dim.
The end of this long journey draws near. My hands fumble for the doorknob, and somehow I lock myself in the one place I can remove The Mask.
I sit down on the bed, my head bowed. My hair falls around me like the leaves of a Weeping Willow. I try to collect my thoughts. In vain. The tears start falling like a waterfall. Frantically, I try to bring an image of his noble face to my mind. The image seems dark, forgotten.
An excruciating pain jumps into my heart. I scream, clutch my chest, and fall to the floor. The cold realization creeps into my mind:
I'm dying.
I do not have the strength to get up, to face my destiny. My face is soaked with tears. I lie there, defeated.
My love. My husband. My king.
Dead.