Kingly Desire (BWWM) (on hiatus)

Hunger

Warning: this is dark, might be triggering if you've been in a traumatic experience where you lost a love one or if you ever think about just eating your arm off. This is not a representation of me and my personality but sometimes art is dark.

The king sits up, the scent of the two girls wakes up his hunger once more. He's gripping the streets.
"Juliet- I could kill you for this." He said hearing the young girl begin crying.
"Your majesty, once you have a taste you'll be happy again."
"Juliet." The king warns.

"You'll forget all about Akialine and the queen. You'll forget them all and you'll be happy I promise."
"I trusted you." The king said breathing slowly as his gums start aching painfully.

"Go girl, I don't want you to ever come in my chambers again do you understand me?" The king asked and the young girl nods feverishly.

Juliet felt fear pulsating inside her. Her plan had failed which meant she'd betrayed the King's trust.

"I told you not to let me feed on any human and the first thing you do is find an actual child for me to eat. What goes on in your head you fucking half brain imbecile." The king said laying his head in his palm.
"I just wanted you to feel better sire." Juliet said body shaking when she thinks about the punishment she was going to get.

"Get out of here." The king said and Juliet isn't sure if she's happy about this or not. It's a weak move from him to let her go. It's very weak but she also wanted to leave unharmed.
She bows and leaves.

The King's looking at his shaking hand. He's so hungry now that he can't even think. He looks at his hand and the brings it to his lips. He bites down, his fangs entering his wrist. He's in pain but having his fangs in something made him feel better. He wasn't actually gaining anything from this, his hunger didn't even subside but it was a warm place to put his aching fangs.

He looks down at the box and sees the frame with the sunflower. He pulls his hand away from his mouth. He's bleeding all over himself but it doesn't take long for the blood to travel back into his wound shutting it back up.

He picks it up and puts his nose against the frame. It's been so long now and the scent is barely there but he can still smell her in it. The her that he had fallen madly in love with. It's such a tiny satisfaction that leaves him practically drooling.

He drops the frame and it shatters.
He doesn't regret it.
He pulls everything out of the box. The stupid love letters he'd rewritten Everytime she'd passed by him. He'd written love letters to her only to find out she couldn't read. It just shamed him more to know that she couldn't read. He was so embarrassed about how much he liked her, How much he wanted her.

Now his stomach bubbled at the thought of her. His witch side wanted to rip his skin apart just to kill her. His siren side only wanted to eat, anything and anyone.
And his human side was rational enough to know that he'd ruined her life. He'd completely ruined her life for nothing but his own selfish desires. He made himself sick but being king and not being allowed to show weakness. Left him internalizing all his pain.

He had so many thoughts in his brain all the time that he couldn't express himself at all.

Now that the queen was gone the barriers of comfort she provided by just being around was breaking down.
His siren was going to drive him mad with hunger, he was eventually going to be just like his father. He just had to accept it.