The crown on your head may be heavy, yet it holds no true weight. As much as you are Queen, you are also Prisoner too.
Still he tries to make you forget that second title whenever he can. He bathes you in gifts of all types, jewels of the finest cuts, dresses of the softest fabrics. He gets more giddy over them than you do, bouncing up and down like a child as he bestows them to you. He swears everyday as he combs your hair and styles it into regal braids that you will never want nor lack a single thing.
But how can that be true when what you desire is the wind and the trees? The birds and life-the world you knew, not this dead wasteland. He can't understand your desire at all. You see in it his eyes. They're so bright and inhuman now. Whenever you try to bring it up in a round-about way, they glaze over and go blank. He can't understand and likely never will.
You stopped going outside once you realized that. It's not your world anymore. A part of you wishes it was, even in it's decay. Still he is determined to make him your world, and slowly, bit by bit, it's working. Days are spent in a dreamy haze, wandering empty halls that never seem to end.
His palace is as equally otherworldly as he is. When he first brought you here, he told you that you were the first human to ever lay eyes on it. It was the first time your heart broke since your father's death. He didn't consider himself human anymore, but then you're not sure if your human yourself at this point. You go weeks without remembering to eat, breathing is something you must remind yourself to do, and pain is a sensation you can't feel even when you scratch your skin so hard it bleeds. The palace must be turning you. Or maybe you're just going mad. It's difficult to tell which option is more comforting.
It doesn't matter to him though. He is as blind to your suffering as he is to any other detail that doesn't fit perfectly into his fantasy. After getting you dressed in the morning, he leaves. Where to, you hardly know. It's hard to believe there's any more of the planet left for him to destroy, but perhaps he has moved on to other planes of existences. Whatever the case, he returns by evening and rambles on about events that have transpired years ago and people that are long dead. There's something about the domesticity he craves. It's when he's his most human and most inhuman. As much as a mockery it is, sometimes you get wrapped in the past and imagine you're in love with him again.
When he catches sight of that misplaced emotion, it's like time stops. Without you even realizing it, he inches closer and closer until he's embracing you with a vice-like grip.
He'll leave trails of kisses down your neck and whisper sweet nothings as his hot breath ghosts across your ear, but in the end he will always hold back. He never pushes you more than you allow. Those eyes will only stare into your soul, longing for the same passion to be returned.
On your good days, you'll remember the man you love is dead, a hollow shell possessed by this demon. You'll stand firm and resist his temptations, and when he understands this, he'll tuck you into your bed, press his lips gently to your forehead and bid you goodnight.
On your bad days, you pull him by the collar and kiss him hungerly on the lips. And he all but growls in delight as he weaves his hands through your hair and draws you even closer. For a while you let the pleasure drown out everything else.
You know he adores you, all but gets down on his knees and worships you. And maybe if you were stronger you'd crush his heart the minute he placed it in your hands. Maybe if you were smarter you'd pull at his strings and make him dance to your own personal tune. But you are neither of those things. You are tired and broken and barely breathing at this point.
"I'll never let them lay a finger on you again," He sighs into your skin, "No one shall tarnish our paradise."
You try to hold back the sobs that threaten to spill.
A.N. Darker and more experimental than usual, but hey I guess I can officially join the "long-time fanfic writer club" by using 2nd person now!
