Dead prince(ss) [bl]

Grand Finale

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ʙᴀʙʏ, ʏᴏᴜ

sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ

ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴋɪʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛs, ʜɪᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛs

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~ᴜɴʟɪᴋᴇ ᴘʟᴜᴛᴏ, ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ

I was devastated. Erick's guards discovered that my sister had mysteriously disappeared and that my parents had been killed within the last few hours because their bodies were still warm. I was left like this, by a double, deprived of the support that would be at least necessary in the face of war.
My coronation took place quickly and quietly. Only Erick, Kamdun's secretary, and the sun priest were present.
I was confused. I didn't understand anything. Why would anyone want to weaken Kamdun? We were at war only with my country. It is impossible that in the face of such a massive attack by our alliance, they could afford to bribe such a large number of guards and advisors. It's impossible. The harsh reality of this situation haunted me.
I spent most of my time with Eric. We discussed Kamdun's situation and I know he was trying to take my mind off the tragedy of yesterday. But the truth was that I didn't feel too bad. I had no relationship with my parents. My sister is resourceful. She has definitely found shelter and will return soon when she feels safe. I believe she is capable of it. But there remained a heart-tickling lack of certainty and human uncertainty.
I thought a lot that night. About your position. And about Eric too. I feel like he's treating me like a glass cup and it irritates me. I wish I could confront him, but the truth is I can't. Something inside me shifted. I like the closeness I've been feeling lately. This feeling that I am not only a support for someone, but someone is a support for me. The reciprocity of this relationship began to surprise and make me emotional, for unknown reasons. Although some of it is actually known. Lately, I've started to find myself getting lost in his eyes instead of listening to his lips. Contemplating his perfectly straight nose as we looked through the documents... so different from mine, crooked. On such pointless activities as counting his freckles. I was disarmed by this feeling of... anxiety? In the stomach. It gave me a tickling feeling in my stomach, like the thrill of winning a fight, only a hundred times more pleasant.
As you have already noticed, I don't know much about feelings. And this is no exception.
I don't know what it was exactly, but a certain premonition woke me up while the moon was still high and everyone was asleep. I went to my sister's room.
The floor was cold. My bare feet felt every irregularity in the panels and sent shivers down my spine every now and then. I was rummaging through her things. For some reason I was sure she had left some clue there. However, I expected something completely different than what I received. Half a page written in sweeping handwriting. That broke my heart into tiny pieces. Everything started to come together.
Racksie. She... she was the doppelgänger. She covered my absence so that I could return unnoticed.
And she discovered the truth. Which I would never even dare to look for. I wouldn't be able to search. That would crush my heart. If only I still had them.
***
As requested by Racquas, I appeared in the ballroom.
The sight of him on the throne left me speechless. He looked like a god. Or even better. His dark brown hair, still a bit long, cascaded down. Slightly curled and in a kind of artistic disorder, although they looked dazzling. He wasn't dressed elegantly, but his expression reminded me of that portrait of one of the previous kings of Kamdun that hung in the hall. The muscles that had been shaped by training looked good from behind the T-shirt. His features were cold and sharp, but his eyes, as always, reminded me of warmth and safety. I felt some warmth in my heart that helped me finally move towards him instead of standing in the doorway.
"Hi," I said, in a voice unlike myself. It was slightly squeaky and definitely not as strong as it used to be. I wonder why that is.
" You have something to tell me."
" No. Why?"
His face twisted into a terrible smile, so reminiscent of the one we used to argue with. I started to feel uncomfortable. I searched through the drawers in my head, looking for something to be angry or offended about.
"Let me refresh your memory" He pulled out a letter with gold wax, and I turned pale when I saw it. " So it's really yours. I hoped there had been a mistake. How narcissistic of me, isn't it?"
" No no no. It's not what it looks like!"
" I dare say I doubt it. I know I'm just a pawn in the game. I won't be the king your queen beats." He connected all the threads. He probably knows about the Moira Queen and our plans too. "I'm not going to let you do that." He pulled out a bottle of black liquid from his pocket, which I recognized immediately. The venom I had prepared for the moment when I would need to get rid of the prince. If it were possible, I would pale even more.