Helen

I struggled to open my eyes, I heared the door opened, the guards in the room bowed to him.

I fight back with tiredness, his aura seems to comfort me, even though it is blurry, I can feel his radiating aura, clad in a black suit and the crown upon his head as his royal robes rest upon his shoulders, trailing a foot behind him, he's majestic, a sight to behold.

I tried to get up, but knowing my state, I can't, the white satin dress was now red and I know my face is pale from losing blood, I just slightly bowed my head for respect and give him a small smile

How can I hate you? 

Even though he is the one who ordered it, I still can't feel my blood rise from anger.

"Fuck" he cursed as he saw my sight, he carried me, my front on his chest, just like a sack, he is careful not to touch my wound.

"I'm fine your majesty" a swift smile formed as I said that, I can feel he is worried.

He did not respond and made his way out.

He immediately left the room with the guard hanging their mouths open, other's tried to stop him and let them carry me instead but he just responded with a glare, making them to move out.

Bloods still drips in the floor, making a mess in the pathway.

My body in his frame, Oh, it felt so comfortable, so right.

"Sleep" was all he said as my vision starts to darken.

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I woke up from an unfamiliar room, I adjusted my sight as I roamed it, the room is fit for a royalty, it's the guess room I guess, it is large with all the intricate designs, a combination of blue and white.

A girl in her white outfit entered, "It's good to see that you are awake Helen, I'm Doctor Jane" she smiled at me. Her blond hair is tied up and she adjusted her glasses as she read something, her gaze went to me, "You can go out in an hour, you just needed some rest" she continued when I didn't replied.

I just nodded and give of a small smile, I'm too tired to talk, to let someone hear my voice yet act as if they don't, I'm tired of begging for my life.

I can always smile without anyone knowing how much I wanted to end my life.

The blue moon pack had me as a warrior but no one ever cared for me, boys? They just want my face and body, but I didn't let them, I struggled to keep my purity, for him.

 A tear escaped from my face as I cannot feel his presence, I have no one, yet here I am, pushing myself to someone who orders me death, I smiled bitterly, I know my time is coming up don't worry my King.

I removed all the things that is connected to my body and was about to open the door when he came in, "Sit" he said, I followed his order. He seems colder than when we first met, that day was warm, my heart flutter as I remember our sweet kisses.

My eyes focused on his gold orbs, "I'm sorry" he whispered but still enough for me to hear. I gasp, the King is saying sorry to me? He never did utter the word before I know, that word is foreign in the lips of a King. 

I just smiled blankly, "It's okay Your Majesty, it's my fault" I replied.

I look down and begin to play with my hands, a habit that I've come to adapt when I'm nervous. He drew closer, making my eyes look at him and widen, "Y-your Majesty" I stuttered, I can feel my cheeks heat up.

You are too close!

"Logan, just call me Logan, Helen" he whispered in my ear, my breathing hitched, his hands landed on my back, the back with the scars, he entered my dress.

"L-Logan" 

"I shouldn't have done that" he said, sadly as his hand continue to make drawings in my back, kind of relaxing me.

I hug him, his body stiffens, "It's your job as the King, to follow the rules and make us follow too so I'm not angry or anything" I smile a little, ensuring him that everything is fine.

"How can you be so damn good?" he said, frustration can now be seen in his face as we part away, I chuckled not knowing what to answer, I just choose to keep an eye level, to sink in his stares.