Sometimes, for something to begin. Another thing has to die.
There he was, in all of frightening glory. The Ice Prince, now made The Mad King. He knelt before her, face coated in someone else's blood. She should be terrified, if Lavinia had any sense, she should run for the hills and never turn back.
But she always had a bleeding heart. And now matter how hard she'd tried, she always ended back in the same place. Next to him. Delvin's white hair was tainted, parts stained the colour burgundy, like a snowy landscape defiled by the hunters kill.
This man, this monster knelt down on his knees, something sinister lining his smile, as he grasped onto her hand. Holding it like it was something precious.
"Do i scare you, Lavinia?" He asked.
"No," She whispered, the words slipping from her lips before she had the chance to stop them. And that was truth, the crux of them. The relationship they had. For all that he should scare her, he never could.
Because, she was the same.
Lavinia, too, was a monster.
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Royally F**cked
RomanceMagic was everything in Astricus . It was what differentiated the poor from the rich, the royal to the commoner. But for Lavinia Armertris it was just another inconvenience. Born without the ability to use magic to an impoverished family, Lavinia wa...
