Disclaimer: Nope, I still don't own these people. It's fun when they hang out with me though!
Mystic: Not to worry, maniac. Your idea is in the works, I just wanted to get this original idea out of the way first. Anyway, this chapter takes place right after Kuja hijacks Hilda's airship during the game. And this has nothing to do with Tantric Ways of a Mage. Completely different. For the record, anyone who happens to be a sap for romantic films will probably recognize where I got this inspiration.
Just one thrust. Just one stab and it can all be over. Her honor could be salvaged and that skirt-chasing Regent can live his sex-filled life peacefully as a disgusting oglop.
Hilda let out a heavy breath as she held the dagger over her full chest. The sharp point of the blade barely nipped at her exposed skin. Suicide seemed like the perfect escape at the moment.
She was unsure what had become of that odd wizard in that loincloth that she shouldn't be thinking of. That Silver Mage had the utter nerve to hijack her airship and take command of the controls. Why he kept her alive at the moment was beyond her train of thinking, but wouldn't he be surprised to see her bloodied corpse lying on the floor of the guest quarters.
Then word of the lady's death would make it back to Lindblum and Cid would see the error in his womanizing ways. His adultery led to his wife's kidnapping, which in turn led to her demise.
Perfect ending to a scorned wife.
The blade of the small dagger glistened in the sunlight glaring through the window. Lady Hilda glanced down to the sharpened steel briefly before closing her eys to wait for the enivitable quietness of death.
As the dagger began to break her perfect skin, a man's voice stopped her actions.
"There is a shortage of perfect breasts in this world, Lady Hilda."
Her eyes popped open and she turned to sound of footsteps sauntering over in her direction. Kuja's knowing hands wrapped around her own as they clasped at the dagger's hilt.
"It would be quite a shame to ruin yours," Kuja smirked. Noticing the small flush that graced her downcast face, the wizard strode away, taking the weapon with him.
Damn that sorcerer.
Mystic: Too bad I couldn't fit in the Rodents of Unusual Size. But that might be another chapter. Don't forget to leave a kind review!