Author's Note: Hey guys! Sorry for the late update. I've been really busy and, well, I had a heck of a writer's block.
Chapter 2-
Black Bolt's Head. A Fun Place to be.
Black Bolt's P.O.V
If you fall in love with someone, what would you do? Would you confess? Would you hide and hope to gods that it was simply a phase?
I didn't have either of those options. I couldn't talk, you see.. Well, I could but that would result in a whole lot of destruction and stuff and we didn't want that.
So, no confessing for me. And as for the hiding? I did not hide. Ever.
When my brother and I were younger, and he wasn't as big a prick as he was now, we used to play hide and seek. I always chose to seek first, because I was born a destroyer and I would remain unapologetic about it.
People thought I was heartless, emotionless; they couldn't be more wrong. I did have a heart, and I felt it race up every time a certain red haired lady so much as passed me by. So no. I was not heartless. I simply never felt the need to express much in front of irrelevant people.
Speaking of irrelevant...
"Brother! Are you listening?" Maximus seethed, red in the face. I nodded expressionlessly, and motioned for him to go on. Pfft. Like I would listen to him rant about our 'need' to increase the taxes on the people.
"...And so I request," He spat the word, "that you impose a higher tax on the people of our kingdom." He stood poker straight, arrogant as always.
I sighed. He just made it so easy. Standing, I walked down the pedestal my throne was seated upon, stood in front of my brother and shook my head: No.
His rage was evident as it colored his face red. He bared his teeth at me and started to say something but seemed to think better of it. He gave a stiff, mocking bow before stalking off.
I dismissed the courtiers with a wave of my hand without looking at them. What was the point? She wasn't there.
Thinking about her made me feel warm and gave me a headache all at the same time. She was beautifully exasperating. And so stubborn! D'ast. That woman would be the death of me. He shrugged mentally. At least it would a sweet death.