I love his pale white hair and his ghostly skin. I love his daring smile and his deep blue eyes. I love the way he looks at me in the morning and I love how stingy he is when I want to sleep. I love his cold touch and his old soul. I love how he always knows the answer to everything, already knowing what I'd want to ask him.

Sappy they may say, but if you saw my king and actually took the time to know him, you'd realise that he isn't as bad. He's a wonder, unpredictable actually.

Who'd know he'd try to win a girl over by pretending to be her mum? I bet you're lying in bed thinking: 'well that's just bloody creepy.' But I think it's romantic.

I bet Tedros would never go through those drastic measures to get Agatha.

A maniacal laugh was made, trigguring my heart. I lifted my head, looking at his blue eyes. "That's because I've been waiting for you my whole life." He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to his cold body.

I always wanted a prince. Who knew I'd get a king instead. I sighed, pulling myself out of bed.

It's going to be a long day. As I say, I don't really know why, but the voices do and they are loud.

I peered at myself in the mirror I had tried to convince my king to throw out the day I got here, but obviously lost. This old mirror showed your true colours, not what you want yourself to be.

All I could see was an old hag. Hair on the verge of disappearing and eyes as dark as night. It was a dark shade of purple, my hair. I was covered with warts and my boobs were heavy and- let's just say I wasn't as pretty as I actually was.

But I am actually not that bad. You should see my king! His young skin is drooping down with wrinkles and his mouth isn't shaped into a daring smile, but a frown. His eyes aren't blue like the sea, but black like an endless black hole.

His hair isn't white as snow either, but grey. The worst shade I've ever seen. His face though is ridden of warts which is quite of a turn from his ugly atmosphere, but when you see that face you wouldn't even think of any of the pros.

I sighed, turning around, facing away from the mirror. I opened the door, trailing down the stairs which could take me a whole year to get down. Yes, a load of exaggeration, but that's needed in moments like this otherwise you'd think I'm going down just one stair!

My frown turned into a grin. I don't know why though. There must be something or someone here...there must be because I can feel it.

The thoughts are fighting my walls, trying to break out. I can feel someone's presence. I continued walking, ignoring the feelings that I was having.

I finally cleared out into the corridor, eyeing the things around me. Listen to me! One cried. There is someone here. I shook my head, trying to ignore them.

It'll be only a matter of time till one explodes and becomes another one of those dead ones, but just when you think you're done, they just come back.

I shook my head, finally listening to the thoughts. I turned a corner, searching the room. No one here, as I suspected.

I felt bulging in my chest and suddenly I knew what it was. My body began shaking as I shivered. I shut my eyes, ready to experience the pain I had been trying to avoid.

I gasped as the balance between my world and my flesh was broken. My soul started tearing into my flesh and making its way to the outside world. I cringed, shaking my head.

The head was the first thing I saw, it's hair resting where my chest used to be. It shot its arm right out causing me to shriek. I gasped for air, waving my hands in the air over and over again.

It finally leaped out, revealing the monster-half man-half bull- that I had killed a while back.

I collapsed to the ground, watching it march over to another room. Not suprised by its arrival, to be honest. All it needs is a little talking too.

I shot up from my position, following it down the corridor. I turned a corner, facing it. I could just feel the raging inside me, the thoughts trying to leap out and teach this thing a lesson for about the one hundredth time.

I grinned, my teeth growing sharper. My black and red gown began flowing behind me as I was swept away by the wind surrounding me.

My foot left the ground, my finger stretching as my nails grew longer, pointing at the end and my eyes turned pitch black.

"You're going to regret what you just did there." I growled, my voice different.

I looked at the creature. His appearance had changed since the time he had marked Agatha 'unforgiving' for my ways. He was now surrounded by black magic and his eyes were ruby red.

He charged for me, clawing for my heart. I smirked, shaking my head in disapproval. Every second he came closer to me, but I stood still.

I smirked, ready to have him taste his own blood. He stormed up, his feet leaving the ground. He leaped for me, his breath becoming heavy.

I lifted my hand out, touching his chest. He growled, thrusting his hand forwards, towards my chest. I clicked my nails onto his chest, scraping at his skin.

My index finger gave him a long scar from his chest all the away to his throat. Then it was bright. The room caught fire and I couldn't see anything.

I felt his body escape my finger and I leaped back, hoping he wasn't aiming for me. I shielded myself behind a painting, watching the flames grow bigger.

Then I heard it. The scream came from the room I was in at the moment. I leaped from the painting, floating through the blazing fire.

They did say a trespasser would be here, but I would have liked it if I had gone for this person on my own.

I was soon met by a little boy, no younger than twelve. He was dangling from the beasts hand which was wrapped around his collar.

"Let me go!" He cries, his sword falling to the ground. He hesitantly tried to get it back, but the grip on his collar only got tighter.

I shook my head, shrinking back into my human form. I swiped the sword, looking deep into his eyes.

"How did you get here, son?" I questioned, wiping the sword. The boy hesitated to answer, keeping quiet. I sighed, looking deep into his soul.

He must have seen the red glint in my eye that people have been complaining about lately because he was now screaming like a maniac.

He struggled loose from the beasts hand, but he stayed put. "Answer the question!" The beast growled, tightening the grip on his collar.

"I climbed the rope!" He cried. "The rope leading from the tower of boys to-to this one!"

I nodded, walking up to the window. I looked out of the window, searching for the rope he had be talking about. I finally found it and without thinking I blasted it, causing to to plummet down into the lake.

I looked back at the boy who was now in tears. "Why are you here?" I asked, looking deep into his eyes.

I could just feel my thoughts raging, trying to get outside again. Don't you get it? He's here to kill you, you idiot. One said. I sighed as they clawed at my thoughts.

"My brother-" He sniffled. "I've-I've come for his vengeance." I snickered, shaking my head.

"You're brother?" I sighed, holding back my laughter. "Yes, my brother. You killed him three months ago and I spent time training to-to kill you."

I rolled my eyes. "But look at you!" I pointed at his bony arms. "You're as thin as anyone could possibly get in this place."

He nodded, tears escaping once more. "You're like...twelve!" I sang, trying to wrack my brain for answers. He scolded at me, wrapping his arms together.

"I'm thirteen thank you very much! I'm nearly your age by the looks of it." He wasn't to far off to be exact.

"Alright, thirteen year old. Bye now." I watched the beast chuck him out of the window. It was a loud bang, it really was and I'm pretty sure I heard a snap at the end...maybe two.

"I'm not quite done yet, though." I grasped the beasts chest, thrusting my arm through his chest and ripping out his heart.

This might seem like the end off him, but I know he'll be back, he always comes back.