@sixasides ASKED : 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐭 , 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 . 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 . 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞 , 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐣𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐲 ? 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 ?
𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇 , 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 . the two of them look so awfully serious , holding their weapons to you , pinned to your throne . as if they thought you did not know your end would come so violently , a slighted and spiteful ungrateful thing come back to take its revenge on you somehow . you’re only disappointed that it came so soon ; you didn’t think roman would have had the spine . you didn’t think remus would have had the guts .
you smooth out your dress and make your eye contact with roman . the other one , the replacement - he doesn’t matter . deranged , unhinged , impossible to control ( HE WOULD HAVE TASTED THE AXE STILL WET WITH HIS BROTHER ) . roman , on the other hand , is the one that truly bookends this story ; does he think taking you to your grave will give him his happy ending ? are you the beast he’s meant to slay ? perhaps he’s forgetting that he was right hand to the villain , delivering body after body to your feet like a cat bringing home a dead bird ( SO EAGER FOR VIOLENCE SO LONG AS HE BELIEVED IT NOBLE ) .
❝ 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬 , 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 . 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧’𝐭 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 . ❞ your voice is calm , and cold , no different than it has always been . he truly hasn’t - he’d not had to run from you , he’d not had you turn his family against him in a game of cat and mouse . remus was even more a pawn than roman was ; and at least roman’s continued survival and previous placement as your favourite now leaves him thematically powerful at his ending point , here .
and you stand - the blade presses into your throat as you do , enough to make a cut so thin you can barely feel it ( ONLY KNOWING IT’S THERE FROM THE DRIPPING OF BLOOD DOWN YOUR COLLARBONE ) , and you’re impressed at the care he has continued to take with this blade , this gift from you . you do not make moves to run . you are no coward . you simply want to die the way you lived - BEAUTIFUL , TERRIBLE , AND NEVER MEEK .
❝ 𝐧𝐨𝐰 , 𝐬𝐢𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 . . . ❞ you begin , tone never wavering , eye contact the same . you wonder if he will flinch , if he will shake - you doubt he will fall back and fail , but you’re so very interested to see what emotion bleeds through his cracks when he kills you . and oh - how will he choose to kill you ? the blade is sharp enough to take off your head , you’re sure of it . will he take yours like he’s watched you take countless of your own people ? or perhaps he will run you through the heart - now knowing what you’d done to the king’s , to your husband’s , and all the other corpses you could collect from your executioners . which symbolism speaks to him ? of course , he might panic , and simply slice you across whatever’s fastest , to get your eyes off of him - you’re curious what mark you will leave on your precious knight once he takes your life from you .
and from your waist , elbowing remus aside from the step up to your throne , you pull a sword - the sheath hidden in folds of crimson fabric , the hilt disguised with the rest of your bust’s jewels . it is sharp , long , and barely used - but you carry it well , and bring it to roman’s throat ( A CHALLENGE , DELICIOUS , AND NECESSARY ) . ❝ 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐞 ? 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 . ❞
