I should hate her as I once did for inflicting such an emotion in me- any emotion other than wrath and an icy, calculating cold could be nothing short of useless for a Prince famed for his cutthroat rules and non existence tolerance for bullshit. But the unforgettable fullness is not one so easily forgotten. I suspect that even if I desperately wanted to, no amount of forced hatred could sever the bond that has linked me to her, entwining my heart in a red fateful string for the rest of eternity.