Ellora lay almost lifeless on the large bed, royal and majestic yet all alone she thought as the days passed by. she had refused the emperor on every one of his advances. he wouldn't dare touch her for fear her hatred may end her.
She was after all his most beautiful and powerful weapon of all. he couldn't cross the line, though it seems he already had. the magic that bound his Canary to this glamorous cage was so strong that the price he paid was eating at him. Yet how elevated he felt.
he couldn't bear the cold gaze she gave him, but he couldn't let go that beauty that magic and her stubborn refusal. his twisted self has drowned in a twisted love. - yet
humiliated and angry
she cursed them in her heart.
Lifeless eyes, an enraged heart.
she asked them to think a thought.
What you have done is a sin so grave,
that even the greatest of gods forbade.
the anguish in their mother's eyes,
the fear on their sister's face,
the hatred in their wife's hearts,
the disgust in their daughter's veins.
but then came those,
some questioned some blamed.
was she the cause?
maybe her intention.
she couldn't believe her ears,
she thought her eyes filled with tears.
strong and beautiful, her reflection in the rain
she picked up something blunt yet sharp,
suddenly blood poured down, hers or theirs?
a blurry scene.
then starts another day,
the sun shines, the moon has set.
yet in mourning stay,
shadows bleed, and the sky rains.
after losing her little star, the uncrowned empress who was locked in the palace, couldn't think of anything else. every night she dreamed of the same scene, helpless as her star was snatched from her and her freedom caged in black shadows. the emperor who had only sought a weapon, who had been fascinated by her during the investigation before the acquisition, was now starting to realize and grow his twisted obsession for her. what he had dismissed as a fleeting feeling was taking root. hurt by the cold gaze and constant refusal, his intolerant self was constantly faced with his desire. he wanted not just the weapon anymore, he now had a deeper desire, her body, her mind, he had never been the one to receive that warm gaze she showered her little star with. and that was like a slow gnawing pain. he controlled her, he owned her, yet he couldn't see her.