🔪 - ardyn
A pained cry is torn from her throat as the blade enters her stomach, her blue eyes widening with fear and confusion. Her hand flies to Ardyn’s shoulder to steady herself as she glances down to where his hand was pressed against her, crimson beginning to stain both the white linen of her dress as well as his fingers. “Why?” Is the best she can manage as the world begins to darken around the edges. The times they spent together flashed through her mind as she tried to find a reason for the man she loved so dearly to do this. She feels herself slipping, her legs no longer supporting her weight and she collapses onto him fully, driving the blade ever forward. Why would he do this? He loved her back, didn’t he?












