Memoria

Remembrance


It was done.

The battle with the 'Isolated Kingdom' was over. Tenebrae had won at the cost of many soldiers and resources. At first hope had seemed lost, the Prince's forces proved almost unbeatable but when she was most needed, the Star of the Night Sky came forth with salvation, and helped achieve victory.

"Victory…is that what they called it?" the golden haired princess asked aloud to…well, no one. She sat alone on the Crystal Throne in the very seat of the man who used to be its heir. Her skinny fingers ran along the throne's elegant design and texture; rough around the edges but it had a coolness to it, an aura of calm. She stopped suddenly, as if something had frightened her. She left the throne as her white dress trailed behind her. She ascended the steps to upper floor which lead her to a long, marble hallway. At the end, there was a large double door; marble, to match the castle's décor.

"The King's room, no doubt." She whispered as she walked through the hall. If anyone saw her now, they would say an Angel walked these halls. She sure didn't feel like one. If anything, she felt like the Reaper…like Death, and she wasn't even the one that…

The sound of rolling thunder could be heard throughout the almost empty castle and caused the fragile princess to flinch. It was raining already, she knew that much. It had been raining when she committed her sin.

Cold asphalt.

Blood stained streets.

Hisblood…

She stopped again, her eyes locked on another door. This door in particular was adjacent to the King's room. Marble again, but it felt different. She walked up to and she found herself timid to reach for the handle.

It was hisroom. There was no doubting that.

She laughed shortly. "I should have expected this…this cruel irony…"

She knew no sin committed could be without its consequences. But she didn't care for consequences…she was looking for- no, needed some type of repentance. Was torturing her mind and her soul the best way to achieve it?

She opened the marble door.

The rain pattered and the wind rapped against all the windows in the surprisingly small room. Although it was a chilly, dreary night, something menacing could be felt in the air. Maybe it was her? The clouds shrouded the sky with an eerie, ominous blanket. The light was gone from the sky. It had received what it desired most: the soul of the person who could see it. Well, one person, at least…

From the bedroom window, the former citizens of this conquered kingdom could be seen walking against the unnerving storm. Although it wasn't proper to continue watching, her eyes adamantly refused to leave the windowpane until she remembered why she was here.

She walked back over to the door, closing and locking it incase her father decided to come looking for her. The bedroom was coated with a navy blue paint on the walls...

His hair color…

And grey carpet

His eye color…

She shook her head rather rapidly as if to dislodge herself from those thoughts. She trudged over to the bed- His bed and sat on the white sheets, softly tracing her fingers across the mattress where he used to lay.

It was then that she couldn't deny it any longer. As her fingers ran up the mattress, a familiar feeling came back to her. The same feeling she had when she ran the same fingers across his cold, bloodstained, dead body as she sat in the intersection. The same feeling she had when she had ended his life for the 'sake of her country'. The same feeling she had when he looked into her eyes and told her he loved her, despite the fact that she committed the ultimate sin:

She had killed Noctis Lucis Caelum.

And every little thing about this room reminded her of him.

Through tears that she weren't aware were falling, she whispered,

"This place…will be the death of me…"