Ira - Wrath - Sin of uncontrollable rage and hatred

For as long as you could remember, the war was raging on. Constantly, you heard about people dying. Families broken apart and separated. How much money it costed. What made it all worse was that you were losing.

Your country was losing land and resources were running dry. Even the capital was suffering. Your family kept the castle open as a place of refuge. You didn't dare to ask for any sort of luxury. Not now. If other rulers saw you now, you would look no different from a low noble. Even so, you continued to do your role. You were the third princess and the youngest of five. You were going to get married to the opposing side as a peace offering.

Your family didn't want to send you. They were suspicious when the king asked for you to be his son's bride. You were the one who said you would go. If you did, you would be able to allow your own country to recuperate and stabilize the economy. You had to go. You were the fifth child. You wouldn't inherit the crown and your only real use was to be a political pawn. You were okay with this. You grew up thinking about how you would serve your country.

And so you were promptly sent away. The guilt your parents had on their faces haunted you, but you didn't dare to show it. A peace treaty was just signed. The state of affairs between the two countries were just as fragile. You couldn't afford to show weakness. Not until your country was strong once more.

Quinn Decroix was waiting with his father who was now bed ridden. The king was becoming more and more ill. By the end of the next week or two, he would be dead. By then, you would be his son's wife.

"Remember my dear son, once I die, use my death to destroy them. Make their child suffer before you end her wretched life. Let her family beg and plead. Let them suffer just as much." They had been planning this for a while now. They were winning but if the king died, there would be a commotion as to who should take over. It would give your country leeway and a chance to change the tides of war.

The king had proposed the marriage so that once he dies, his death can be pinned to you since very few actually knew about the king's condition. His son's marriage would be beneficial to his cause. Even though he wouldn't live to see if his plan worked, he knew his son would carry it out without fail. 

Quinn knew why he had to get married. His country was known for being ruthless and neighboring countries were beginning to debate involvement. They would ally with the girl's country because they are terrified of what the Decroixs are capable of. They would want to take them down. It would be killing two birds with one stone. Marrying the princess would prevent involvement of other countries and a scapegoat for his father's death.

He wanted the princess to suffer. To see her cry and beg for mercy. To watch as she grovels on the ground, with no more dignity or pride. That would be the best. A trusted servant enters the room.

"The princess has arrived." The red-eyed male smiled maliciously.

"I will go greet her. Let her understand her place." He walks down the halls imagining all the things he wanted to do with you. As you wait in the main room, servants look at you with disgust and don't even try to hide your disdain. Something was up. You were no fool and understood that they were planning something against you. You informed your brothers to be swift in rebuilding your country and find allies who would give resources. 

Finally you see red haired male with eyes, dark as blood. His smile was as sinister as you thought his personality was. If the rumors about this prince was true, he was cruel man, known for his malice and how he holds grudges. You even heard how he killed all his siblings, full or half blooded, to prevent others for making a claim to the throne.

"Good day my prince." you curtsy to him.

"I really wish I could say the same princess." he says with low voice. "I will give it to you straight. We will not have a grand ceremony. I got some cardinal to be our witness. Also, you will be sleeping in another room and won't give complaints about what I do. If you dare do anything I find suspicious, perhaps you might find a rope around your neck."

"I will be sure to make note of this. I wouldn't want to offend you in anyway." you say staring at him with no fear. You spent your life preparing yourself for a marriage like this. A man who would sleep with whoever and be especially cruel. You were prepared to put your life on the line. Quinn stares at you before letting out a laugh.

"Who do you think you are princess?"

"F/n. I am your soon to be wife. I will play the role." He glares at you.

"I hope you play it well, princess." he storms off and you are left alone. You let out a deep breath. The minute he mentioned rope, you understood you were going to die soon. Even so, you weren't deterred. If your death was inevitable, you might as well try to prolong it just enough so your country to could recover.

Quinn wasn't expecting you to act the way you did. You were the fifth and youngest of the blasted king and yet you showed no fear. The wedding ceremony was tomorrow. And after the wedding, he was supposed to throw a party to show how in love the couple was. It wouldn't be too hard to achieve that.

You walk down the corridor with your luggage. You didn't want to rely on the servant's of this castle. You didn't trust them. When you asked for you room, they were brusque in the answer, showing their lack of care. As you were walking, you heard Quinn's voice.

"Your majesty's condition is worsening quicker than planned." the doctor said.

"Be quick and solve it then. He needs to stay alive long enough so we can pin the blame."

"If he makes it through the night, there is hope for a week. I can't be so sure."

"Just keep him alive until the week is at an end. If he dies early, you will die by my hands." The two of them continue to talk. So he was going to pin his father's death on you. Clever, you thought. It wasn't a bad plan. You quietly go back the way you came and find your room. Tomorrow was a big day.

The wedding was short but it had happened. You were officially Quinn's wife. He didn't seem as pleased and you walk alongside him in the corridor. He stops abruptly and you face him.

"Is something of the matter my prince." you address him.

"Tonight, come to my chambers. Be there at exactly nine."

"Understood. I will do so."

"Also, in three days we are holding a party. Don't do anything stupid."

"I wouldn't dare to do so."

"Good. If you do something foolish, there will be consequences." he smiles at you. "I am sure you wouldn't want that."

"I will do my best." The time passes slowly and soon it is nine. You knock on the door to his chambers. Once you were granted entry, you saw him with another woman, naked in his arms. Even though you were expecting him not to be faithful, you were surprised to think he would make you see this. The woman looked at you mockingly. You found it funny seeing her expression. She thought she won over you. 

"You came on time." he says. "Would you like to join?"

"No." you respond monotonously. "May I ask why you wanted me here, considering you have a partner already."

"Does it not bother you?"

"You are my husband and future king. Your words and actions are law." You notice the woman whimpering. Not in pleasure but pain.

"...Get out." he says darkly. 

"Understood." you leave the room quickly. As soon as the door shut, the woman is thrown off the bed.

"M-my p-prince." she stutters.

"Leave me." She moves to take her clothes off the floor, but he glares at her. "Leave me, the way you are. So everyone knows what kind of whore you are." The woman begins to cry and he became even more annoyed. Annoyed to the point where he got out his bed, pulled her up by her hair and threw her out of the room.

"Why won't she show her displeasure or anger? Why won't she show me anything?!" After a scene like that, you still didn't flinch or show any signs of displeasure. He wanted to see you suffer. Even though it had been two days, his servants weren't helping you in anyway. It was still too early. Soon. He will have you where he wants you.

You began to notice a steady increase in the resentment people in the castle had against you. Must of been Quinn's doing. No one was helping you get dressed for the party tonight. The king was still bed ridden and you were putting your plan into action. You hear a knock on the door.

"Enter." a maid comes into the room. 

"Prince Quinn told me to prepare you for the party."

"I thank you for your service." It was clear she didn't want to be here. After an hour or so, you are ready and then you go to Quinn's chamber. You knock and granted permission to come it. You see Quinn was already dressed up.

"You look beautiful today princess." he tells you. 

"As do you my prince."

"Enough with this 'my prince' thing. Call me Quinn. Makes us sound more couple like"

"Understood Quinn. Might I suggest you call me F/n. To make us sound more couple like."

"...Of course." The two of you head to the main hall and greet the people there. You had to admit, Quinn was a convincing actor. He made it sound that he was hopelessly in love and was reforming his ways. You heard what happened to the woman who shared his bed. Was found naked and in tears begging outside his door. Poor girl. A fool to think she was special to man like him. It is during dinner when you bring up the king. 

"He has been bed ridden for days. The doctors have been saying he might not live past this week." Quinn glares at you. How did you find out? Did the doctor tell her. He was doing his best to suppress his anger. His whole purpose of marrying you was so he could pin his father's death on you. Now everyone in the room believes that his father is ill and about to die.

"Poor Prince Quinn." A noble says. "You must be devastated to know your father is passing soon." The nobles follow suit offering condolences. Quinn had no choice but to accept them. His plan had failed because of you. You were going to pay.

That night, he drags you into his room and forces you on his bed. He pulls a sword from the wall and points it at you.

"Who do you think you are?"

"Your wife."

"How the hell did you find out about my father's illness? I made sure only a select few knew. You were told that he didn't want to see you."

"I heard a conversation between you and the doctor. Since we are no longer at war, I figured it would be better to tell them about his illness, so people would be more prepared to have you as their king."

"And yet, you said nothing to me. You b!tch. How dare you?"

"I apologize, but if you wish for me not to say anything, please inform as soon as possible. I don't want to make a mistake again." you were mocking him and he was furious.

"I could kill you right now."

"You wouldn't dare."

"Oh yeah. Give me a reason why?"

"Who would you blame?" you tell him. You get off the bed and hold the sword, carefully so you don't cut yourself. "I told them about your father's death, so you wouldn't pin it on me. I know you want me dead. If you are that desperate to have my head, one swing will do the trick, but who will you blame?"

"Since you caught on, I will stop playing nice. I will do things that will have you begging for mercy. Things that will hurt you in ways you never you knew possible. I will make it so you wish you were dead. And when that day comes, I will kill you in the most inhumane way possible."

"I will be waiting." Quinn sheathes his sword quickly, cutting you in the process. You do your best not to show him that you are in pain. Your first mistake. From that day forward, especially after the king had died, Quinn showed you some of the most disturbing things.

He would torture people in front of you and if you closed your eyes, he would do much worse to the person. He had injured you before, but never caused broken bones, only bruises. You suspected it was because he wanted you to suffer or be paranoid about what he will do next. Your body and mind was taking its toll, and it would be a matter of time before Quinn would realize this. 

It was the day of the coronation. Quinn and you were officially crowned the king and queen. You were planning on ending it all. Your country was financially stable and your siblings, who were once unmarried, married to kings and queens of other nations. Your nation now had strong allies. Quinn can't hurt them. 

It was after the party. Quinn was lying in bed alone. You never showed fear in front of him or any signs of discomfort, but he knew you were scared. He heard of you crying and throwing up in your room, from servants. He had broken you, but he felt he needed to see more. You never went to bed with him. Maybe he should frighten you into crying for him. Even if you didn't, perhaps you would be a good partner. With such thoughts, he hurries to your room.

Perhaps he will take a gentlemanly approach to the situation. A false sense of comfort. He knocks on the door. No answer. 

"Princess?" he calls. No response. "F/n." Nothing but silence greeted him. It was unlikely you were asleep. It was still early in the night. He was angry you were ignoring him, but his anger turned to dread. It couldn't be that... "F/n!" he calls louder, as he tries to turn the door knob. Locked. He lets out a string of swears, before trying to kick the door open. His fears becoming more prominent. If you were awake, you would of heard him. You would of opened the door. Why didn't you open the door?

The door gets kicked down, and he sees you sitting on your chair, eyes closed and smiling. As if you were in peace. He has never seen that expression before. There was something nice about it. 

"What has happened my king?" the doctor asks when he enters the room. He was among others who heard Quinn kicking the door. He notices your figure, but pays closer attention to the bottle on the ground. He runs to you.

"She looks so beautiful." Quinn says as if he is in a trance. 

"She has been poisoned!" the doctor announces. It snaps Quinn out of his trance. He remembers the reason for coming here. "I need my medical bag now." It is hours before the doctor says that they will have to wait the night. If you didn't wake up by tomorrow, there was no hope in saving you.

Quinn stared at your form. He had dismissed everyone and it was just you two in the room. He never felt this pain in his chest before. Not for his father or mother. Not for the people he had slaughtered. Why did he feel this way? Was it because you tried to end your life on your terms rather than his? He then noticed your hand twitching.

"F/n?" he calls out and your eyes slowly open. You were alive. Your attempt to end your life failed. In front of you was your husband. You could see that he looked relieved, but then his expression changes to one of anger. "How dare you try and die like that?" 

"I want to leave you. This was the only way." Your words felt like knives. He didn't know why, or rather couldn't understand. But realization dawned on him, and a smile so sinister came upon his lips.

"I've done it. I've broken you." he says eerily. He strokes your hair and leans closer. "But I am not satisfied just yet. Now that I know your greatest desire is to leave me, I will make sure you will be my prisoner. Any attempts on your life, will cause the deaths of others, for every hour you spend in the state you have been in."

"Quinn." you call out quietly.

"Rest F/n. I need you to recover and prepare. Prepare for our future together. After all you are my wife." he says before leaning closer.