The light of one dark candle cast the entire room with into orange shadows. Everything from the walls to the silverware which were varying opacities of crystal white had been changes to soft hues of faked warmth.
The candle's base was made of a thick goopy black substance that had cooled into an oblong shape. When heat of the flame moved though the wick and kissed it wouldn't melt but only evaporate into a thin gray smoke and then completely disappear without any odor.
The two sat in the middle of the stark room. A small circle table with a thick, white cloth covering it was the only furniture. On the table two napkins were delicately folded into roses on opposite left corners of the table. Short wide cups were filled with clear liquid and place just to the left of the napkins.
The table was completely symmetrical across the center where the candle lay; the only difference was one knife missing from the other plate.
Separate from the table a small stand contained a dark bottle of wine which had been poured into the glasses.
The pair sat in this chairs with square backs with cold gems welded to the arms. Her chair had soft cushion laced to the back and on the seat but they looked odd and out of place.
There were no windows but the single candle's glow reflected onto the shining white walls and somehow was just enough to lighten the entire room.
He was the first to take a sip from his wine, taking a moment to savor the taste before letting his eye drink up her body.
Her dress showed orange in the light of the candle but was strapless and had a tight fitting bodice that showed off her ample chest. A diamond necklace he had given her for her most recent birthday fell between her cleavage and twinkled in the light. The skirt was long and flowing and was comprised of hundreds of lightweight translucent material so she had looked like she floated as she was walked to her chair by the servants. He could see the outline of her long, toned legs as he moved the chair behind her so she could sit down.
Her hair had grown an almost silvery blonde and was piled into their usual neat buns with ribbons woven into it an the rest of her hair trailing down the barred back of the chain and onto the floor. On top of her head lay a small tiara with the same hard silver metal of the chair and with small jewels forming a crescent moon at the top.
"Are you happy?" He set the dark wine glass on the table again and rested his hand across the boundary the candle made to the other side of the table.
She gave him no response and stared blankly at the other side of the room; she had already unfolded the napkin onto her lap and placed her hands neatly folded on top of it.
"I gave you a fork to eat. I know you hate when I feed you. As long as you promise me not to injure yourself with it, it will be here tomorrow as well."
She took the fork into her small hands and examined it, the last time she had a fork was a short while after she had first arrived, and she didn't even know how long ago it had been now.
She placed it back on the table. The tears wouldn't even well up in her eyes, there were none left.
He took a small sip of the wine and cradled it to between his index and middle finger, as he slightly turned his wrist she watched the drink slide to each edge of the glass, back and forth, and back and forth again, but she knew it would never spill. Even the flecks of dark crystal stayed suspended at the very middle of the wine, never rising to the top, but never sinking.
"You know the rules."
She used the sides of the fork to cut the slab of meat on the plate, it was almost raw and barely seasoned as usual but she had gotten used to the taste. The blunt side of the fork couldn't get through so she only succeeded in leaving the imprint of her work worn onto it.
He smiled, and stood looming over her. She could see the candle shining so closely to his coat but it wouldn't burn him, it was some sort of twisted hallucination that made her think it was anything like the candlelight of Earth.
He used the blade to easily cut the meat into thick chunks and then sat down to his empty plate. She had never actually seen him eat, only drink the wine.
She used her fork and pierced through the browned outside to the purplish inner parts of the meat, he had cut the pieces too big. As she lifted it to her mouth she could see him leaning in and the light cast his face into a disfigured shadow.
She stopped breathing through her nose so the taste wouldn't affect her, but it always did. The juices were almost black and dribbled out of her pursed pink lips.
He grinned and leaned over to move a piece of falling hair from her eyes. She stood perfectly still and when he retreated to his area, reached for the napkin, more of the grotesque liquid spilling from her mouth and staining her lips.
He held her hand down and his palm hit the coil of thin metal that was intricately wrapped around her ring finger. "You know the rules. Not one stain. On anything."
He leaned forward and kissed her sucking her bottom lip and the juice that had found it way there; his tongue entered his mouth for a moment and then quickly departed as he sat back down. His breathing had quickened a little and he grinned at her from his seat his eyes then cast downward as he were ashy elementary school boy setting eyes on his crush.
She stopped staring at the wine and looked at the fluid that had transferred over to his mouth; the light glimmered and showed the streaks of it on his teeth. It looked like blood.
"Ah-"
He stared. It was the first time she had made a sound since the very beginning. She used to speak all the time, she wailed, screamed, reasoned, even begged, and then one day she said his name and never spoke again.
He had called every doctor in the kingdom, and they all told him the same thing, she would talk when she wanted to. But she never did.
Never made a sound.
Never even looked him in the eyes.
"Speak to me my darling."
She just stared at the blood on his teeth; she moved forward reaching out to him. He grabbed her smaller hand with his cold ones.
"What do need? You know I would get it for you."
She slipped her hands out from his and put one knee on the table spilling her own glass of wine onto her dress, causing the fabric to stick to her thighs.
"I-ah"
"You…" He looked at her eyebrows furrowed in thought, her humanity swimming back into her cold blue orbs. She was coming back to her senses; finally things might turn around for them.
The red marred his pale face, the white suit he wore, the white room, the white plates.
It stained his mouth, it looked like he was some sort of cannibal, eating her alive.
She launched herself at him and he caught her but it sent both of them to the ground, and the candle rolling to the floor.
She could here the guards coming in and paused before she moved as she could feel his manhood awakening from underneath the thin fabric of her dress.
It was darker with the candle having rolled off somewhere but it still glowed maybe even shining brighter.
She looked into his lust-lidded eyes and plunged the fork home until all three of the prongs were buried in his flesh and she pushed deeper still, until it was only her grip on the fork that stopped her from going further.
A man pulled her off of him and she still stared at him, this time with the glittering fork sticking out of his chest.
His blood coated her hands and yet to him made her look even more innocently beautiful.
His brother propped him up into an almost sitting position, and she could see him pulling the fork out of his chest and dark fibers knitting the wound back together.
He stood with blood stains over his heart and reached for his wine that had somehow been saved on the very edge of the table completely unharmed.
Two female guards came in and carried her by her arms. She didn't struggle, but simply went limp, so they had to drag her, her eyes glued to the wound that healed before her very eyes.
"Don't worry." He turned from his brother to her, "I'll see you tomorrow for dinner."
"Prepare a bath for the Queen."
"Go into the spring room to bathe her. I'll join her shortly."
He took the fork on the ground stained with his blood and took a napkin to wipe it clean.
He bent to kiss her forehead and she gave no notice of him. He smiled softly to gazing into her blank gaze. There had been something there in her tonight, even when she flung herself across the table she had still looked like she was an angel. Her pink lips slightly open, her hand reaching towards him, it was all like a dream.
"We'll try again tomorrow Serenity."
-Chapter End-
In case you don't know by now, that was Prince Diamond. This one was a lot darker than my other chapter ne? Do you want to see a different pairing? Please leave a REVIEW and let me know otherwise I'll just keep going on my preferences. .
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