Silence.
As she entered the emptying room in a daze, the silver haired maiden watched as the duke himself lay on the floor, a reddened pool forming around his form. She failed to understand why she hadn't left herself, but she was indeed different. She hadn't been like the other women, intoxicated and entranced by the duke. No... That wasn't correct either. She had been absolutely enchanted by the duke himself, yet it had nothing to do with the way the air around him changed in the presence of a woman. It had nothing to do with the red glint in his eyes as he preyed on a female, almost of a lion hunting prey and playing with its food. No, she had fallen for the duke far before then.
She wasn't a commoner, but her family had little to no power to their name but a title-The house of Grezia. Their heritage kept them just wealthy enough to social overcast the villagers, but anyone of true royalty such as the duke would acknowledge her presence. Yet the pitiful rumors and stories on swelled in her heart, increasing her fascination with the man. She had dreamed of running her own fingers through his pristine amethyst locks, enchanted by his quartz orbs before they'd even set on her.
But now, thanks to his obsession of power, she stood before him as a hopeless savior. Despite his betrayal, he was never hers to begin with. There had been many women in the palace before she'd come...and many after. Even so, she failed to harbor any such hate for the man. Even now, he seemed just as pitiful as the stories. She wanted nothing but to entwine their destinies. Unfortunately, that was obsolete. He was running out of time, only minutes, perhaps even seconds, before he would met the span of his life.
"I can grant you a wish." The voice was unfamiliar yet devouring. It felt as if she'd known the voice within her being for life yet it appeared as a stalker in the street. Haunting and daunting, until the right time. "Would you give your soul...for one already so forsaken?" Involuntarily, her feet sauntered to the young duke, kneeling before him, unaffected by the warm liquid that soon pooled around her knees as well. Enchanted yet again by his beauty, she reached out a hand toward his cheek, running her fingers gingerly along his jaw. Yes. She would have no other desire than to save him here and now. She would hold him to her forever. Bound...intertwined. Hers. "A soul for a soul. When you, too, meet your end. I will see you again." Luna disregarded the words. A deal with the devil could never be broken once made, and she had yet to feel regret.