a/n: This chapter is a bit different, maybe not much of a chapter: two letters, and when you put them side by side, you get this :D But anyhow, I'll be posting the next one shortly afterwards, tomorrow, cause I believe this is too short. Anyhoo, enjoy!
Normal text (centered): Both
Bold: Riliane's writing
Italics: Allen's writing
(James: Oliver's canary)
The footsteps in the hallways echoed hollowly, as the blonde adviser strolled through the halls. He yawned, each day dragging longer and longer. Oliver stood before one of the windows, at least fifteen times his height, gazing down at the Kingdom below. On his shoulder sat a saffron canary, ruffling its feathers. It chirped.
"Hmm? What is it, James?" Oliver asked it. James never actually answered him, of course. James was just a bird. But Oliver loved him more than anything in the world, more than humans.
However, the canary took off from his shoulder and flew in the opposite direction. Oliver cried out, running after James.
"WAIT! DON'T LEAVE ME!"
For the next five minutes, the one eyed boy chased the bird through random halls. Finally it stopped in Allen's room, where it was rummaging through an open drawer. Oliver sucked in a gasp, immediately shooing James away. What if Allen returned and found that a canary had completely scattered the contents of his desk? James, instead of leaving, just started to nibble at one of the papers. Trying to rip it, but failing.
"Hey boy, stop that! What if Allen get's back?!" He glowered. Immediately, out of love for James, his expression turned back to loving.
"Aww, little James had made a mess! You're such a naughty bird, aren't you?" He cooed. James chirped in reply, hopping back onto his shoulder. Oliver started to clean up the mess, before he came across one strange looking sheet of paper. It was made on parchment, rolled as if it was to be sent to someone but never did. It had a slight rip at the top, where James had held it. Reading through it, Oliver found it was like a letter to oneself. It was vague and made limited sense, though.
Oliver's face took on a look of realization. Didn't Riliane have one just like it?
"James...what do you think of this?"
James cackled, preening his feathers. So instead, Oliver closed the door, and removed another letter from his coat pocket. One he had smuggled from Riliane's desk, which bore strange similarities. He read through them each, baffled. However, some things stood out. Same phrases were said in both of them.
"These two think awfully alike. Who else puts their letters in verse form?"
Finally, he laid them on the ground, side by side. And what he saw surprised him:
"I'm not very good at poetry."
But this is more like a letter to him...
But this is more like a letter to her...
My name is Riliane.
My name is Allen.
But I don't know if that's even my real name.
My entire life started the day I became Queen. I don't even remember what I felt before that. Or how I became evil.
My past was a flurry of pain, of numb anaesthesia. I was frozen, drugged, dreaming...but I felt the pain. I felt it all.
But nothing mattered more to me than my Kingdom. And my horse.
It was like I was reborn. Like I had no other purpose, no other reason than to work for Chrome. They experimented on me, found what made me special...
I am evil. I knew I was, and I was proud. But why? What had happened to me to make me hate the world so much?
I had many identities. You have met me, at least several times in your life while I was in disguise. But you wouldn't recognize me, nor would I for you. Did you know the top five most wanted criminals this year were all the same person? I had so many identities and faces, except for my own.
That was all I cared about.
That was all I had known.
Until you came. When you came...
I changed you. And you changed me.
I knew you were special. Strange, but special. I accepted you.
For once, I could be myself. And you accepted me.
I wouldn't show it to you, because it may make me seem too trusting.
You never showed it, but I knew. And I felt happy.
I realized there was more to life than tea parties, horses, dresses, and brioche. And senselessly executing people.
I realized that I cannot kill you. There's more to life than just taking the lives the people you are told to kill. You should know that, Riliane.
But then I asked Oliver what love was.
He told me it was putting someone elses needs before yours. Or when two people complete each other, and embrace that fact. Or when someone puts your life before theirs, and vice versa. That kind of stuff.
He told me to buzz off.
Darn, my ink blotched.
I still have no idea what that means. I am hesitant to ask Allen.
I bet Riliane knows. At least Oliver doesn't hate her.
Is it weird though, that I feel that Allen completes me? I feel like a whole person when I'm with him. Though I want to push that feeling away...
Do I have what it takes to complete Riliane? Nah. However, sometimes I find myself wishing I DID.
Is this love? Whatever it is, it's bothering me.
But I catch myself thinking about her...
He's always on my mind...
She's so much prettier now, when she smiles. Not that she wasn't before...
He's looks charming with that ponytail. Not that he wasn't before.
NO. IT'S HAPPENING AGAIN. I'M GOING MAD.
I wonder if she feels the same way? If only she would tell me...
There's NO way I'm telling him.
Good gracious, what's wrong with me?
This feels socially inconvienant to write down.
But that will never happen...
We'll never be together.
You are the Queen, and I am the servant.
It's as if we were twins, torn apart by fate. If you get what I mean...
Even if we aren't the way we are now, I'll never be able to tell her. There's Kyle.
I still need to deal with the Blue Jerk. Also, Allen deserves better than me...
I don't need anyone but her.
Someone pretty...someone normal, maybe?
Not Michaela.
What if I changed? What if I treated him the way he should be treated?
I don't want her to change. I just want her to be my Queen.
When I hugged you,
When you hugged me,
I felt WHOLE. But it's forbidden because-
I am a Queen.
I am a servant.
But you do know that I'll always be evil for you, right?
Don't think I'll ever give up on you.
Because you're all I've got.
Whatever the future throws at us,
Whatever our fate holds,
You'll always be my Queen.
You'll always be my Servant of Evil.
Let nothing change that...
..please?
Here's to you, Riliane.
Here's to you, Allen.
I love you, okay?