Ruthless

↠Unnees↞

❝Only trust thyself and others shall not betray thee.❞
William Penn

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AKIRA glanced around to spot her sword but it was too far away. In the background she could hear Veer's frustrated grunts and she realized that he was struggling to hold up too. The man waited up as if giving the queen enough time to relish her last few moments in agony.

'This is the end.' She looked up at the man who still was sporting a maniacal smile and glared daggers at him.

"Just kill me already." She said through grit teeth, ignoring the agonizing pain in her abdomen, but to her surprise the man just smiled as if taunting her.

"Do it, you coward." Akira hissed, venom stirring up like pools in her eyes but before the man could answer back or do anything, the sound of a sharp edge cutting through skin filled the eerily silent terrace top. The man fell to the ground with a loud thump, the dust on the terrace filling the air as he fell down, the blood soaking through the back of his clothes.

The monarch looked up to see Veer – the almost fading moonlight casted a subtle glow on him – with a bloody sword in hand and she let out a sigh of relief. Looking at her brother, she forced a genuine smile through the pain, truly grateful, "Thank you"

"Well," Veer stretched out his hands – the sword still high in his right hand – and stifled a yawn, "That was energy consuming."

"Yes," For the first time in the night, Akira let her shoulders loosen up and let the tiredness and soreness creep up and chew on the tired cells, "You're right. This night was a very toll-taking one." She paused, again letting the boy in front of her know how grateful she was, "But thank you for saving me."

Veer crouched down in front of her to meet her eye level and smiled, "No problem, Aki."

He shrugged with the same smile, his bloody fingers gliding over the blood on the edge of his sword mindlessly, "It would have hurt me to see another man finish my work anyways."

Akira scrunched her eyebrows, a puzzled laugh left the threshold of her lips, "What are you talking about Veer?"

A harsh gasp interrupted her own sentence as the pain in her abdomen shoot through her body and the boy in front of her conjured up a plastic expression of concern, asking through sickly sweet words, "Does it hurt sister?"

Trying to breathe through the pain, the monarch looked at her brother, who in no way or shape was trying to ease her pain, "I think the gash runs deep. Help me out, Veer."

The prince let out a laugh, his head thrown back into the stars and his ink black hair mixing with the vast expanse of the sky. He stopped abruptly, his face holding a myriad of emotions – his eyes looked like they were dancing to an unknown victory and his lips were contorted into a strange grin. He rested the tip of his sword under the sovereign's chin and shook his head slowly as he mimicked his sister, "'Help me out Veer' 'Do this Veer, do that Veer' 'Veer don't do that, always listen to me' 'I'm the queen, bow down to me' Blah blah blah."

He laughed a nasty laugh, his voice ringing through the empty night, "You're funny Akira. Why would I ever want to help someone," He pushed the bloody tip of his sword further against the queen's neck, causing a sharp pain which ran its course through her body, "who never gave me anything in return?"

"What are you talking about?" A part of her believe she was hallucinating from the exhaustion but the sharp constant jab on right under her chin acted as a reminder that all this was very real.

The prince shook his head again, this time with an victorious glint in his eyes, "Don't you get it yet sister? I thought you were smart, I was clearly wrong."