7 July 2012
Mónne rest his head on a velvet pillow, his eyes dry from spilling too many tears. His heart felt shattered, shredded, ripped into pieces by the jaws of a white lioness. His anger flared, all of his loss could be accountable to her - the Princess.
She has taken Ryu, his Image, locked him away somewhere, somehow he couldn't even feel him anymore. A lump rose in his throat, and he sent a prayer to the All-Seeing Eye that Ryu was still alive. Please, he pleaded.
His brother, Joha, was out there somewhere in the realm. Fighting for his freedom, fighting for him - yet here he was, locked in a tower like some pathetic children's story. His Princess requested his presence at times, insisting on his company while her white lioness prowled the room. He could never leave while she had Ryu, he couldn't bare it, yet staying was torture in itself.
And now Mira, his love, how careful they had always been. How she had snuck to his bed, unseen, on so many moonless nights. How he longed for her arms now, how he longed for the taste of her lips.
But, alas, she had been discovered and stolen from him. The Princess' jealousy had been severe, she had not been merciful in her punishment of her 'Prince'. His betrayal had seem him whipped and starved for a week, with only a bowl of water a day to keep him alive.
The hunger pains clawed at his insides, his body weak and frail. His mind swollen and heavy with heartbreak. The bleeding scabs across his back from the whip were not half as bad as the fractures in his mind and heart.
He pleaded again to the Eye, please, release me this pain. Give me some strength, do not let me sit here, hopeless and alone. I cannot bare this torture, I cannot bare this...
Something must change.
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