Beautiful colors, Wonderful world.
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Wilder's POV:
What? I belong to her? She's audacious. Audaciously cute... ‘Don't you dare touch her! I don't care if you don't have a soul, but the moment you lay a finger on her, I will find a thousand ways to kill you, Wilder Reagan.'
In that moment, I was far more interested in the way my name rolled off her beautiful lips than the threats she made.
I found her extremely attractive. I don't know why. Was it perhaps... because she is the only woman to have ever threatened me? Every other lady would shiver in my presence— including Scarlet (she tries to hide it, but I see her fear)— but Blue? She didn't. She looked me in the eye and threatened me.
Ha!
"Sire."
"What the hell, Hershel!" I exclaimed, startled as his face appeared in front of me, pulling me out of my thoughts.
"Forgive me, sire. I didn't mean to startle you," he apologised, lowering his head.
I closed my eyes, then opened them. "What is it, Hershel?" I asked, sighing tiredly.
He stared at me for a second, as if choosing his next words, then shook his head. "No... nothing, sire." He turned around, ready to return to what he was doing.
I was actually in Hershel's workshop.
"Hershel," I called.
He halted, then turned around. "Yes, sire," he answered slowly.
"Out with it."
He shuffled his feet, then whispered some words I couldn't hear.
"Louder, Uncle."
"You... you were smiling," he blurted out, his eyes refusing to meet mine.
"What?"
He rubbed the back of his head nervously, then stared at me with full sincerity. "I mean... since your father died, I've never seen you smile. It was genuine."
"Hmm." I nodded slowly. "I was... I was smiling?"
"Yes. You were."
I smiled? Hmm.
"Okay, Hershel, stop idling and get to work," I ordered, frowning at him. "I'll go get Blue. Everything had better be ready when we get there."
With that, I left Hershel's workshop and went straight to the underground room.
"I still can't believe you've really gotten your eyesight. It still feels like a dream," I overheard Sarah say as I got closer to the room.
"Me too. I still can't believe I can see," Blue said, and I could hear the excitement in her voice.
"Well... I have to admit, even though I don't want to— this is all thanks to the king."
"I guess so, but I can't be thankful to him if I have to keep staying in this room. I want to be out there. I want to experience the beautiful colours the world has to offer. I want to experience the wonderful world we live in," Blue said, sighing sadly.
Beautiful colours? Wonderful world? Those words are foreign to me because the world I live in is far from beautiful. Dark. Darkness. Gloomy. That is my world, and that's all I see.
Would I ever get to experience... see this beautiful, colourful, wonderful world?
I knocked lightly on the door, then opened it. I walked into the room, and Sarah stood up immediately. "Your Highness," she said, bowing.
"Why are you here?" Blue asked, frowning at me, her legs crossed.
Is she perhaps angry with me?
"It's time you return the favour," I answered simply.
"What favour?" She raised an eyebrow, uncrossing her legs.
"I gave you your eyesight. Don't you think it's high time you do something for me too?"
She huffed, standing up. "Fine. What do you want me to do?"
"Come with me," I responded, already walking out of the room. She followed hastily behind me.
"You didn't tell me you have a fiancée," she said, walking beside me.
Is this why she looked annoyed by my presence earlier?
"And you never told me that I belong to you," I teased, keeping a straight face as we climbed the stairs.
"What? I didn't say that!" she grumbled, walking away from me in fast strides.
I chuckled lightly, then caught up with her. Deciding not to embarrass her any further, I remained silent.
"Why are we at Hershel's workshop?" Blue asked as I stopped in front of it.
"To return the favour."
"And how would I be doing that in Hershel's workshop?" she asked, staring at me in confusion.
"Have you forgotten the reason why I needed your flames?"
She remained silent for a few seconds, then nodded slowly in understanding. "Oh, I remember."
"Good." I pushed the doors of Hershel's workshop open, and together we walked in.
"You're here, sire. Well, everything is ready," Hershel said as we entered.
"Okay. What's next, Hershel?"
"Please stand here, Blue, and stand here, sire," he instructed.
Blue and I followed his instructions. He made Blue stand on an altar, surrounded by lit candles, while I stood opposite her in a circle he had drawn on the floor.
"This is quite simple, Blue. All you have to do is pour your flames into the hole in his chest."
Blue nodded, and I pulled off my shirt. She gasped the moment my chest was revealed to her.
Would she fear me, now that she has seen my gray world?
She stepped down from the altar. Her eyes never left my chest as she walked towards me slowly. Normally, when people— especially women— would see my bare chest, they run or stumble back in fear. But her? She walked towards me, her eyes filled with curiosity... and perhaps fascination.
"This is... wow. This is incredible," she muttered, starstruck.
Incredible? That has never been a word used to describe the black hole in my chest. Devil's curse, irritating, ugly, disgusting... so many other words, but never... not once has anyone ever said "incredible" or looked so fascinated by it.
She reached out her hand, but I was quick to hold it. "I'm... I'm sorry. It's just so... sorry," she apologised, then walked back to the altar.
"Well... you already know what to do, Blue, so start."
Blue nodded, stretched her hands forward, and pointed her fingers at the black hole in my chest. Blue flames poured out of her fingers and directly into my chest.
Finally, I would be getting rid of this hole.
We continued for minutes, and soon minutes turned to hours. "Stop!" I yelled at Blue, and she immediately stopped.
"Hershel, we've been at this for hours. Why isn't it working yet? Why isn't the cursed hole in my chest closing up?" I shouted angrily. I felt furious and, at the same time, frustrated.
I had believed I would finally escape this hell, and perhaps emerge into the beautiful world, Blue spoke about.
"I... I don't know," he stuttered.
"Figure it out! I'll give you till dawn," I snapped, glaring at him. Then I marched out of his workshop, the weight of disappointment heavy on my shoulders.
I thought the pain would be a thing of the past. I had dared to hope, forgetting I am a cursed king.
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At dawn, just as I had instructed, Hershel stood in my chamber with answers, I presumed. "Go on, Hershel."
"I now know why her flames didn't heal you, sire. I also have a solution."
"Well, I don't care about the reasons. Tell me what the solution is."
Hershel hesitated, his eyes darting around the room. Then he spoke softly, “I’ve found a way, sire. But it’s not a path you will like.”
“Spit it out, Hershel!” I snapped at him, my impatience boiling over.
"Marry her."
I stared at him with a raised eyebrow, unable to understand what he meant. "Who?"
"Blue Flames," he answered, staring at me intently.
He isn't cracking a joke of some sort, is he? Surely, he has to be. "What?"
"Blue Flames. You have to marry— no, you must make her your Luna."
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