Chapter 6: Kane
I felt the blade crush into my side, pain and rage hit me like a wave collapsing upon the shore. The elegant vision of midnight curls phased in and out as I gasped for air and pleaded for the pain to subside. My body shook in spasms, I could see shadows and then my sight returned. I felt at my side, my knife had struck right above my hip almost on my back- a wound eerily parallel to that of my brother's. I grasped the handle and yanked with all my might, gritting my teeth as the blade slid out. I turned to finally face her, as I wrapped my fist over the now bloody, oozing wound I glimpsed her as she backed away, she looked up at me disgusted by either me or her actions, I didn't know which. She ran, she flew, she left; to kneel by my brother. She gazed into his eyes, mending his wound and caring for him, while I stood, bleeding. Another rush of pain hit me, I knew that no matter what I did; she would always love him, just like father had loved him. I clutched my side and limped to Princeton's horse, I did my best to ride away without looking back or thinking of her and him but ultimately all I could see was her face looking at me with disgust. Her beautiful red lips up turned, her stunning brown eyes crinkled and her perfectly curled locks askew. She may have only been a woman, but she fought like a rabid man, that only left my mind to wonder more about her fiery spirit- my mind escaped the pain for a moment to dwell in a dream. Her in my arms, wrapped together like one, she would be mine and I could do as I wished and make her my queen, oh what a dream. Her silky ebony curls drifting through my hands, her elegant fingers stroking my check as she whispered lovely nothings, her red supple lips enclosed around mine in a tournament for power. God how I longed for her to be at my side, instead all I felt was the pain emanating from my wound. I rode off into the storm, steadily making my way back to the Duke's residence to recover. When I reached the iron gates several soldiers and the duke were waiting for me, "Sir! What happened?!" the moronic duke shouted "God, you went after them didn't you, what did I tell you! No good can come from any woman named after weather! Snow White may sound like pretty white flakes but it is a ragingly powerful storm, and you go off and show up proclaiming that you want to tame such nature, you would have better luck capturing a wood nymph or a fairy then that woman!" I was lead into the house groaning all the way, when we reached the doctor's quarters they lay me on a bed where I fell exhausted, into a restless slumber, only to dream of her, my angel and my sin. I saw my self sitting on a throne decorated with velvet and jewels, a crown adorned my brow and at my side sat a beautiful maiden. She bore a midnight blue dress of some silken material, every inch of her body coated with such a pliable, smooth, enticing fabric. I felt passion take me, longing for her, a desire for power and the feeling of control once again in my grasp. I looked down at my palm to see a necklace sitting there, a blood red ruby sat as the centerpiece, hung on an emerald colored silk chain. Turning it over I could see my own reflection in the gem- and behind me the reflection of Snow White, standing chained and crying, the only way I could ever make her mine now. I felt the ruby in my palm, smooth and solid as I awoke. I looked down at it like I had in the dream and smiled; this necklace was mine by happenstance. She had worn it and as her knife had plunged into me I stole her necklace. And so would I steal her and the throne from Princeton, I had been rash and ill-advised but I wouldn't make that mistake again. I pondered once more my glorious future and what I would do to achieve it- anything. I would see Princeton dead by my own hand to reach the throne and Snow White would be mine even if she was in chains, no matter what it would all be mine.