What's a Queen to a Lord? 2
A/N: Still on a little fantasy kick and this time we get to see things from Shadow's perspective.
Shadow looked at the sleeping woman beside him. His wife, Seris' queen, and his unfortunate victim. He wasn't supposed to stay this long. Fate wouldn't allow him this kind of peace. Shadow got out of bed, pausing as Sandy shifted and hummed. He shook his head, ignoring the memory of a few hours ago.
When she said his name out of ecstasy and love, legs wrapped around his waist. The way she touched him like he was fragile and needed a guiding hand instead of the other way around. She was far from fragile anyway. Maybe, just maybe, she could help him change his fate.
Something tugged at him, ripping away the thought and reminding him of what he was supposed to be doing. He left the castle, the cool air making him shiver for a moment in his sleeping shirt and pants. If he did this quickly, then maybe he won't feel anything.
The armor shined in the moonlight, promising him strength, bestowing his curse. It fit perfectly when he put it on, much like a second skin. Shadow looked at the white mask near his feet, horns curving upward from it. He swallowed as he lifted it, covered his face; he wasn't the Demon Lord for nothing.
Spilling blood and limbs was nothing to him as he made his way back to his queen. She was still asleep when he arrived, arms underneath her pillow and curled into herself.
He raised his sword, trying to remember her face before he twisted it with shock and blood.
"Drop your sword," she said, opening her eyes and looking at him.
Shadow paused, steeling his grip as he swung. She leaped from the bed, grabbing a sword he never noticed. Sandy pointed it at him, gaze sharp.
"Drop your sword," she repeated, charging at him.
He grunted, blocking as she swung. He struck, backing her against the wall and knocking the weapon out of her hands. Sandy struggled, looking past him as a guard rushed in.
Shadow dug his blade deep into the guard's stomach, keeping Sandy where she was.
"Why are you doing this?" she asked, briefly choking as he pressed his arm into her neck.
"Fate has cursed me to—."
"You idiot," she interrupted, shoving him away and down, pinning him beneath her body. "Fate? You don't have to listen to Fate. We, we'll break your Fate together."
Shadow looked at her, if he swung his sword now, her head would roll. He breathed, letting his sword clatter to the ground. Sandy relaxed, reaching for his mask as she leaned towards him.
He left her lips against his, growing bold as they kissed. Her hands in his hair as she swept her tongue against his bottom lip. Shadow moaned letting her in, tasting her, pressing her against him. Fate would not rule him.