Lucia

Prologue

“Lucia, listen to me...This…” he motioned towards the entirety of her figure, ”You are not this. I know you aren’t,” his plea was music to her ears. Somehow satisfactory, somehow amusing.  

She hummed, looking down at the man before her, just enough to still see the begging look in his eyes.

“Lucia, please…” eyes teary, voice shaking. The woman squinted her eyes lightly. Under the mercy of her sword, he remained cautious.

Even a drop of pity from the woman before him would spark a hope enough to glint his eyes. However, he was yet to accomplish even a quarter of such a distant goal and he was well aware of that.

Slowly, falling on his knees, he reached up to hold the hand of the unforgiving woman he once hurt. 

A warning look. 

He held himself back, despite the strong urge to hold her hands. He knew that if he did, Lucia would fall back into the depth of his potion...his magic. 

He knew her resolve would crumble down along the walls she only ever built in the course of a few days. She would grow weak. 

Just one touch...

“Lucia, you are good within your heart. I know. There is goodness in you.”

“Me?” she whispered, eyes softening.

He nodded almost too eagerly, knowing he was slowly getting her back. The sweet, old Lucia is coming back. He need not fake any more of this...in front of his subjects at that.

When he wins her over...what a pleasing idea...his ego would surely tower over anyone else’s once again by then.

“There is. Just...just hold my hand. Come back to me…” he, with sweetness, let the words flow smoothly out of his lips. 

“There is goodness in me…?” 

Oh her voice was music to his ears. Beautifully enchanting...addicting...bewitching...

Too eager, he reached to touch her hands.

Slender, cold to touch. Resembling the night the hottest of the deserts can only ever offer, in contrast to its scorching heat under the morning sun. Freezing. Regrettable.

“I think not.”

Oh her voice was music to his ears. Beautifully enchanting...addicting...and until his last breath, he remained bewitched. 

All of which he knew was right...was of the opposite. 

Off with his head, his underlings froze below the stairs of the once light kingdom. With darkness slowly seeping each corner, death found yet another company.

The reigning prince, the last of his bloodline, remained unmoving in front of his subjects.

Not one remained unafraid as her smile slowly showed its threat. 

“Oh dear, what a mess,” her hair flowed softly along the sweet song of the wind as the sky darkened, its low grunts approving.

Oh, Lucia. 

How terrifyingly enchanting...