(Song: Ye banks and Braes O' Bonnie Doon by Madelaine Cave.)

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Best of both worlds, is often an overstatement that defines no reality but a cataclysmic catastrophe of emotions and feelings. Best wishes, Best regards, anything Best is a little too much to be accepted by a broken heart, that has lost its faith and lives like a vagabond.

The spirit of life turns into a vagabond. His life was dissolving in the translucency of his heartache.

He was wandering from branch to branch. He was looking for that scent, he had always tried to achieve. Uncanny to him, the world felt. Everything was a mess.

She always left him breathless yet never failed to breathe in the oxygen his alveoli searched for. Like the earth beneath his feet, He needed her. Alas! The earth was on her.

Orphic, she was orphic. Mysterious and different than anyone. The only mistake she ever did, was having him in her life.

"Melissa, would you share a drink with me?" He looked at the flamboyantly dressed owner of the auburn hair.

"I'm sorry. I don't drink." She said on his face.

"Umm... Okay." Turning away, rejected yet again, he tried blocking all his outpouring emotions.

She was never the one to let anyone get any close to her. No friends, no peer, no company. Some would cancel her, compare her to those witches in scary fairytales, who gobble people. Some cancelled her because of her enchanting beauty, she always hid under that mask of hers.

The girl, young and beautiful, had a heart of stone. Never pulled aback by emotions and feelings, she was unlike most women. They say, women are weak.

Heaven knows what she hid.

"Melissa, can you help me with this sum?" He tried to approach her, again.

"The answer key has been published on the board." She turned away, leaving no glances to him.

His heart cried yet again. He was stuck in a homemade video game, no end, no start, no escape. A loop.

Her brains, the teacher's favourite of all from the academic class. Just the prettiest handwriting, as beautiful as her enchanting eyes. They say, she carries the mantra of bewitching any guy. She takes them home to eat. She's a man-eater. A cannibal.

Heaven knows what she wanted.

"Melissa, we're project partners. Won't you speak to me, even now?" He never stops trying. The Prince of Auxonasia, he was. They are reputed to never let go off.

"I will have my work done and delivered to the palace by the early morning." She rejected him again.

Not the typical badass, not the typical queen she was. She was just one of those very pretty and unique women he ever saw.

Punctuality had no questions in her dictionary. Never even late by a second. Some say, she knows the route to turning the time, like in fairy tales.

She was a wild howler inside her heart. She knew a lot, way too much. She knew more than she ever required.

Heaven knows what she cares for.

"Melissa, it's your 19th birthday. I, the Prince of Auxonasia, ask for your hand in marriage." He showed her his power. Why didn't he do back when they were just kids.

"I'm sorry. I can not marry you." She repelled him again.

"Atleast, be my friend. You don't even have somebody else who waits to talk to you."

Not a fact said wrong, not a word fabricated. No one wants her. No one needs her. No one likes her. No one would marry the maiden before it's time for her to die.

He was trying to save her. He was in love with her. But, the cosmic reality of life isn't so great with us, is it?

She never accepted him. She never looked at him. They say, she actually tries to fool the man to sleep with her. She is beautiful by bathing in the blood of the virgin men, driven by a mad lust of ecstasy towards her beauty.

Heaven knows what she tries.

"Dad..."

"Yes?" The stern voice of a sexagenarian man echoed in the silent struck air, that stood as the despondent epitome of power and dictatorship.

"Dad... I... I have never... Wanted anything from you. But..."

"But?" He asked, quite hard but with a hinge of empathy for the poor maiden.

"But... Please, can you save him? I don't want him to die." She dropped on her knees and begged with her lonely eyes. No one understands the perplexed tears of agitation she cages in those oceanic globes.

"I can. I surely can. But, my daughter... You know the prophecy better than me. It was always in your hands." He whispered in a low cry. He knew what she hid. He knew what she wanted. He knew what she tries, what she knew. He knew all the answers to the questions of the world.

"I am ready... I am ready to marry." She said.

The father nodded and rang a bell of announcement, enlightening the people of Qualipo about the official marriage of the princess.

The band rang the bells and drums and trumpets and the tuba and trombone. It was a bright day in the country. It was a huge misunderstanding of the people.

The Prince of Juliopa, the demon's spawn's wife, she would be. Melissa Joanne Albrecht stood on the aisles with Prince Spasm Georges Downrich of Juliopa. A malice smile flashed on his lips, he had learnt the art of devouring a woman well in all those million nights he spent with abusing his 200 mistresses. No, they were lawfully his wives under the commands of Juliopa, but do all wives get the same respect? The Satan's spawn's wives don't.

"What? Adrian! You know my love for her. How could you say things so unpleasant?!" His eyes beamed with rage upon the flesh of his own kin. No wonder, the Prince was shocked to learn the truth nobody but she knew.

"B'rn on the night of an
enchanting blue moon,
Auxonasia shalt welcometh
a weapon to lose.
To the mistress of the vesp'ring nights,
that gent shalt eith'r stayeth hence,
or p'rish and kisseth the casket
Of his owneth death."

Adrian read the prophecies again. What a pleasant surprise, it ain't?

"What am I going to do?" He pulled his lush locks in frustration, tearing two or three stands that seemed nothing to the huge felony the world was about to commit.

"You can't! You can not do anything now, Prince Elezier. You have fallen for her, something that she has always tried to avoid. You have nothing but accept your fate." Adrian Theodore Delgado, The chief's son and the Prince's best friend, voiced the bitter truth, the Prince couldn't accept.

"But..."

"Let is pass. You have to move on with your life in the common's world. She is gone."

The arrows of sorrow where shot at him upon hearing the news he knew he had to hear one day. Married for 30 years now, to a Polish maiden, he was living his life as the King of Auxonasia. But his heart still had a little part reserved for his first love.

Walking by the banks and braes, he asked himself, how can the flowers bloom, so fresh and fair? The birds were chanting their symphonies of joy, yet it panged him like the lullaby of cry.

Melissa Joanne Downrich had slept off in the laps of mother nature after being on an exile for over a decade, hiding herself in the world of common.

"Melissa, we both had been prince and princess of a world of Paracosm, which no one but we knew 'bout. Remember? How I asked for your help in the class and you still rejected me? I laugh at those days. Won't you even wish me a good bye?" The old king spoke to his first love, after how long no one knows, but the adoration in his voice was yet the same as in his youth.

In a garden of rose, everything is red and beautiful. The petals are soft like her heart. The aroma is mesmerising, like her whole self and the flowers, like her, a cosmic ray.
Yet asides it alluring daze, it is wrapped by thorns, some of which is her weapon and the rest its scars.

"As we standeth at this f'rk in the way,
I wish you safe on the endeth
of our Dies Irae."

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Dedicated to asoulwhoisfangirling

I couldn't make an exactly same story as you had imagined because the chapter felt too small so I added a little twist.

I hope you liked it.

Also, if anyone has any other requests, drop it in my comments!

And the male face claim is Park Bo Gum.
No it's not the all the edits you see. It's the real face.

Kay bye...