Mark By The Imposter As A Royal w***e

"I was taken into a room that one would use to

entertain guests in. It was a massive dining hall

draped in red curtains and dazzling black marble

floors. It was beautiful. I only hoped it wouldn't

be the place where my life was taken yet again by

the man whom I loved oh so dearly.

Just as that thought came to mind, I saw him. He

was sitting on a throne in the front of the hall. He

wore a black button-down, silky shirt with pants

just as dark. His hair had gotten longer, his lips

fuller. His eyes, however, were not foreign. I had

looked into those eyes so many times I had all

the little blue specs memorized. He was beautiful

but cold. Power radiated from him so deeply that

it sent a shiver across my spine. I wanted to know

the man in front of me; I wanted to love him. But

I was no fool, he was different. Darker. Stronger.

Colder.

Elijah stood up and made his way towards me.

If I could breathe, I would have held

my breath. He was so gorgeous but yet so cruel.

Surely made by the devil himself. He stood only

a few inches away from me, looking down at my

face. I watched his eyes as they scanned all my

features. Only when they made their way back up

to my eyes did he speak.

"Undress yourself", he demanded."