"Despair, thou art my closest and enduring colleague...
Darkness: I wear your face.
For I am you.
I could not remember a time I had felt such intense misery.

The rest of the day went by in a blur.
I retreated to my rooms and did not leave them again, did not stir from the throne-like chair that permitted me a glorious view of my lands from a clear-paned picture window. A shadow of despond and brooding sorrow veiled the world from my eyes, and I sank willingly into the oblivion.
Not until the sun began to sink into the distant, mountainous horizon did I resentfully drift back into the real world. True: I’d watched the fragile glass rose of my hope shatter into countless shards that morning, and now I was entirely uncertain of myself and the future.
For the first time in a very long while, I had seen his face, in person, and I knew just how beautiful he was…and I also knew that, no matter how hopelessly hideous and miserable I felt, I could not, would not give him up.
Perhaps there was still hope, somewhere. If he weren’t here, all hope would be gone, along with any chance I might have had in regard to breaking the spell. As long as the boy was within my castle, and my life, there was a chance. I was a embittered, aging monster, but why would fate have permitted him to be here in the first place if nothing was meant to grow from our possible companionship…?
I could not live without his beauty.
Somehow, my soul was irrevocably tied to this incredible lad. I didn’t know how, or why, but something within my mind told me that if I lost him…
If I lost him, I would die." - Blood and Silk by J.Love


Created by  Sylent-Phantom for my novel Blood and Silk