When he comes within five steps of you, lift your head.
Meet the king’s gaze for exactly three breaths.
On the first breath, the kings heart will stir.
On the second breath, his heart will be seized.
And on the third breath, the king’s soul will be yours
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ❝ 𝙎𝙐𝙉'𝙎 𝙎𝙃𝘼𝘿𝙊𝙒 ﹔ 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒖𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒊 𝒂𝒎 𝒏𝒐 𝒔𝒖𝒏, 𝒊 𝒂𝒎 𝒏𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒂. 𝒊 𝒂𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆, 𝒊 𝒂𝒎 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖.
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⠀⠀⠀⠀𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙈𝘼𝘿𝙉𝙀𝙎𝙎 of the eyes is the lure of the abyss. She lurks in the dark depths of the pupils as her shadows lurk at the corner of the room, and there stands one of them, searching still for the profound and plaintive gazes in whose depths she might be able, like hamlet redeemed, to drown the Ophelia of her desire. The blurry silhouette trembles with fear under the sight of her eyes, glazed over years ago due to lack of sunlight she has desired to stare at. Meanwhile, her transparent eyes run over his, searching for the glint of a lie that would ensure her apprehensive heart. 𝘐𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳? He claims in such a stubborn manner that he would not even wander around her room if it is not for the elders, who insist it is his turn to bring her meal. He is new, he is a nomadian, a stranger to the knowledge of what kind of outsider the town is hiding. Yet, she refuses to believe him. His voice is not familiar, neither the words he so carefully chooses to use in front of her. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮?
⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀𝙄𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙪𝙨, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙤𝙤𝙡, 𝙙𝙚𝙫𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡.
⠀⠀⠀⠀𝙈𝘼𝙔𝘽𝙀 𝙃𝙀 𝙒𝘼𝙎 Ariadne and she used to dance with Icarus when she was the young Princess of Crete. Maybe, he owns the soul of the young woman, who fell in love with the Prince of Athens called Theseus at first sight. Her lover had come to Crete with six other young men and seven young women who were all supposed to be fed to a monster that lived under the palace. The monster had the body of a man but the head of a bull and was called the Minotaur; Ariadne’s half-brother. Maybe once in his lifetime, he begged Icarus to save her lover and was the first⎯ever mistake that later led him to fall, 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡.
⠀⠀⠀⠀𝙈𝘼𝙔𝘽𝙀 𝙃𝙀 𝙒𝘼𝙎 Daphne, Naiad Nymph, the daughter of a river god. She was famous for being incredibly beautiful and for catching the eye of Apollo. She was the breathtaking woman that made the sun bow down to her as the god of light, himself placed it over her palms. Someone Icarus despised.
⠀⠀⠀⠀𝙈𝘼𝙔𝘽𝙀 𝙃𝙀 𝙒𝘼𝙎 the nameless individual her soul met during one of the many vessels he hid in. Someone slowly crawled his way into her broken walls, someone Icarus dared to adore, more than he adored the sun.
⠀⠀⠀⠀ “ Who are you? ” She whispers into the silence of the room, her voice calm and her heartbeat loud.
⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙁𝙀𝘼𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙍 that she desperately holds onto suddenly burns her palm and slowly slips through her fingers. She feels the same burn in her lungs, takes a deep breath to calm down, to stay in the island just a second more, to see part of her past again... But her dream lasts as short as a second and darkness of the world welcome her with a cold embrace.
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