She was never a fighter or a knight. Throwing open these heavy doors couldn't do a thing to stop the shaking of her body. Nor could the acidic smell of blood that violently raked through her as the doors flew open. In front of her lay a terrifying sight. Marble floors coated in blood under the soldiers in red and the soldiers in blue. It was difficult to see through the tears falling from her eyes as they pleased. Hearing a loud clink, her eyes whipped towards the Porcelain white throne, padded with red cushions to carry the great monarch. An arm resting on the seat of the throne, a single man sat at the foot of it- no, was sat the correct term to describe his state? A sword sat nearing him, undoubtedly coated in the blood of red and blue soldiers alike. The man's body looked beat and exhausted, dark liquid oozing through the dark satin of his shirt. He seemed barely able to hold his head above his shoulders. She watched him as he dragged his eyes from the floor to meet her gaze.
"You're here.." He said, a small smile relaxing his features. His eyes were devoid of emotion despite the gentle expression. His skin looked fair in contrast to the deep red streaks that covered up so much of it. "Don't come any.. closer." He said gasping as a hand quickly covered a cut just below his chest.
All he wanted was to live. She knew. Her father had told her all those years. That the 2nd Prince deserved to live as well. But she also knew. That was what her family deserved too. The Archduke's family that fell with the throne under his very feet. Oh the bloodshed this man had seen!
"I'm here." She stated simply wiping at her tears as she approached him her body no longer shaking from fear but from anger, anger beyond reason. The subtle exchange connecting them in a strange way. Tightening her grasp on her gleaming sword she walked through the ocean of death watching as he scrambled for his sword, barely sitting his back against the foot of the throne as his head tilted backward and his sword pointed at her. She now stood directly in front of him glancing at her blade. It was a family heirloom. Found at her fathers' feet, drowned in his blood. She had promised to only use it again to avenge him. To bring this monarchy down.
The two were connected by tragedy. A tense moment followed as she gazed into his devoid blue irises yet again, she seemed to notice odd details. Like the untimely wrinkles around his eyes. He was roughly 2 years her senior yet looked so aged after 3 years atop the throne.
Her revenge was not difficult. Not with the majority of the citizens living like barbarians. Or by the soldiers being easily swayed with the show of silver rocks. She had turned the entire monarchy around with a few silver coins. She did not want this. Not this.. death. But there was no other way.
And so she walked towards him slowly her blade swinging towards him. Her blade dug itself a home deep into his abdomen just as his sword hit the floor for the second time. A gasp left her lips as she stumbled backward. Letting go of the blade as if she had been electrocuted. She stared at him wide-eyed as she fell onto her bottom.
He had dropped his sword. Given up the fight. He looked back into her eyes. She watched as life left his. Blood falling from his parted lips and the cuts scattered across his clothing and skin.
A moment passed and it was completely quiet. There were no fireworks. No pat on the back for a job well done. Just casualty upon another. The floors thick with the blood the empire was so hungry for.
Finally looking away, she stumbled to her feet a small smirk tugging at her lips as she made her way to the throne. Falling onto the red soaked cushion comfortably. Her head lay on one arm of the throne while her legs dangled from the other. Her dark eyes lighting up as they watched the snow fall across the clear ceiling. Blood and snow. How fitting and stereotypical.
She stared on before dry laughter erupted from the back of her throat. Laughing loudly she could not stop. She laughed at the absurdity of it all. She laughed because she was not a hero, nor was he a villain. She laughed until the tears came, and she could not stop the sobs that followed.