A teaser of a project of mine...

"Some call him a monster. But he's my monster."

"Why do you love him?" He asked

"He let me love myself. Then he loved me." She gazed out into London's darkening streets, lost in thought.

He grinned as if that was the correct answer, starting to prepare everything for their plan.

"Red roses and daisies." He stated, searching though boxes of jars and herbs.

Her forehead slightly creased. " And the most beautiful flower crown..." her eyes glazed in deep memories.

"Fit for a fallen Queen." He crackled as her head turned to give a sharp glare, not amused at the double meaning.

He stepped towards her where she sat, presenting a vile of deep purple liquid to her tired face. The poison gleamed in its little glass cage.

"Fit for a dead Queen." She said. Grabbing the vile, she breathed out the nerves twisting in her stomach and gripped the poison tighter as she stared intently into the liquid. She hoped it would work. For hope was all she had left and she would snatch all that she could.