A/N: Inspired by Harmonic Friction's "Swirl"


And I Have Come to Love You From Afar


A Tyrell rose, known for her beauty, sweetness, grace. You will be queen, you will have power. But what will she do with power when she's stripped and beaten, tied to the bed? That will not happen to me, she vows. Her curls brush her shoulders and shine in the sun; her breasts are smooth, bared by the endless gowns of summer. She is captivating, not like that sweet, shy child who hasn't the wits to play the game. No, she pretends delight at the chase, the hunt, the kill, she laughs at his chilling words, the truth of which she knows from whispers in the halls. Blood is blood. It will be hers or someone else's. It will never be yours, she's been promised. Just wait and see and she wonders what his fate will be, but she doesn't care because she will be queen, the queen. But when she sees the brightness in his eyes just before his lips meet hers, she knows he's hungry for more than her lips; he wants her body, her blood, her soft skin marked for all to see. Still she fawns upon him, calmly, patiently with all her heart waiting for deliverance from this beautiful, twisted boy.