Rating: K+

Leave a "Join Me" in my ask, and I'll write a drabble about my character giving your character an offer [be it a proposal for an alliance, asking them to join them in an activity (you can get dirty if you want), feel free to specify.]

The man had appeared in my mirror again, like he does every day. With purple hair as vibrant as the amethyst that rests upon my tiara, with eyes to match, he always arrives around the same time. The first time this occurred, if I could hear him, he probably would have been screaming. Because fear filled his eyes and he fled out of my sight. Since then, he has become a wonder to me. The second time, he was still very fearful, but at least he stayed this time.

Was this man a ghost in my mirror? Or was this not a mirror, but a window into his world? Who knew, but I did enjoy his presence.

I forced myself to learn the process of writing backwards, so I could write on the mirror for him to read. I remember the first time it occurred, his eyes, I swear, were the size of the servant's serving trays. It took him awhile to get the hang of scribing backwards, but when he finally got it, we were actually able to hold real conversations.

I had learned his name and I found out he was a stunt man, whatever in the world that could be. But it did sound dangerous, so I bided him carefulness, for I did not wish to see this odd man hurt. He also mentioned something about a Mafia, who knows what that could be, but it did sound important. In return, I had described in detail my father's kingdom.

I often wished that the mirror would turn into a portal and I could slide through and meet the male in person, but it did not seem that my wish would be granted, for unrest had stormed throughout the kingdom and an uprising had started to occur.

I hurried into my room, away from the masses that demanded my execution. Pushing the dresser in front of the door, I prayed for it to hold them out. My breathing was erratic as I almost desperately clung to the mirror as the banging on the door persisted until it finally ceased and the footsteps sounded heading away from my room.

I pulled away from the mirror to see his writing asking me what was happening, the look swirling in his violet eyes was one of extreme worry on the verge of panic when he saw the blood that adorned my dress. I smiled and nodded, when a smash was heard and something when flying through my window. I stared at the balls of fire in horror, as they spread like an embers in a dry brush. The fire engulfed everything it touched, and the dresser in front of my door, became my sentence.

I could see the horror in his eyes as the place starting burning, and I remained motionless in front of the mirror. I knew my fate; I was not going to survive this place. I would be burned alive in my room. Parts of the ceiling to my roof had already started crumbling and spreading the fire quicker.

Searching around quickly, I located my brush and my ink and decided to write my final message to the man in the mirror as tears fell from my two toned eyes.

'Maybe next time, we could join each other in the same world, and actually talk face to face. Goodbye, Skull.'

I could hear the cracking above me, as I set my brush down and my ceiling tumbled down upon me. The last thing I could hear before I had faded into unconsciousness was the shattering of my ornate mirror.