This is a prompt by the great Caladria, from the thread Thursday Crack Ficlets 2.
Claude, you are my everything.
You came to me when I was humiliated, held me, and whispered sweet lies in my ear.
I know this.
So, why do I still love you?
Every morning, I try to tease you, try to get the strong feelings I have for you returned just as strongly.
It took me too long to realize that those feeling never existed.
My love pricked like thorns, the irony of the beauty cutting me, wrapping its vines around my heart.
I didn't care.
Tonight, I want you to lie to me.
I want you to tell me that you love me.
I want you, everything about you.
This love makes no sense, has no grip, or no basis.
It is all I have left.
Everything was taken from me and all I have left is you.
As you held my head, softly as if I was delicate ivory, I hoped.
Those thorns tightened.
I hoped that you had a special place for me in my heart, like I did for you.
Tears blossomed on the edge of my eyes.
I hoped that all my efforts to impress you, awe you, and entice you, had payed off.
You and I were meant to be together.
My soul fits perfectly with yours.
Those thorns, pierce my heart, bloodly teardrops.
You grip tightened.
I smiled.
Please lie.
Crack
Alois shot up from bed, eyes wide, hands on either side of his head.
"Master?"
Alois panted, chest rising and falling. He slowly turned his head to his bedside.
Slap
"Where is Claude?," he said evenly, not caring that he had bruised his maid.
Hannah held a hand against her check, kneeling next to the bed.
"Claude has gone to town to get some supplies for the party tonight. He will return at noon."
Alois snorted, and said coldly, "Get out."
Hannah stood up, bowing to Alois in respect, moving her hand away from her face to join the other behind her back, showing the bruised part of her face.
She walked to the door, but paused inside the doorway.
"Master, did you have a nightmare?" Alois jumped off the bed, grabbing his clothes, ignoring the maid.
She quietly watched him pull on his socks before speaking.
"Dreams can sometimes be visions of the future."
"SHUT UP!" Alois ran across the room, slashing the heel of one of his boots across her face, drawing blood. He dropped the shoe and then grabbed the maid's hair, using it as leverage to throw her out of the room, and slamming the door behind her.
Alois' lip curled into a snarl, kicking the boot across the floor in anger. He stood there for a few moments, before sinking down to the ground. Tears brimmed and spilled from his eyes, falling into his lap at a steady pace.
"I don't care if it is."
