Datura

CHAPTER 30 : AFTER

It was the next day, a terribly cold and gloomy morning no sun just dark clouds and heavy depressive rain
Vladimir and the
king were announced dead and Alex was to be crowned king in the next few hours .

She sat by the window In one of the rooms watching the rain. A painful reminder.
Sage had tried to force her to eat earlier but there was no point.

she heard a knock on the door and a guard came in informing her that the coronation had begun.
But when she stood to her feet . her body only took her to one place.

She stood dressed in all black facing his body that lay openly in a casket .

They had dressed him in a royal robe, even in death his beauty still stood out, even in death he still managed to annoy her.

She sat down by him
began to trace her fingers along his face,
across the same lips he used to
confess his love for her,
and then

she held his hands the same hands that held her only the other night as he passionately kissed her,
those same hands lie cold in her palm.

And finally she stroked his hair, it still smelled heavily of flowers, a reminder of the poison that kept him alive all these years but slowly took his life away
A reminder of his old life, one he tried so hard to forget, and
she was going to help him do so one last time.

She pulled dagger out the pocket of her dress a cut off each strand of blonde,
as each dead strand off hair fell fell off
something strange began to happen. She watched as the remaining hair on his scalp

changed from blonde to a dark chestnut brown she was in complete Awe.

She puzzledly looked back at his face and what she saw next left her in complete utter shock,
no she was seeing things, the lack of sleep must have been messing with her mind but then,

it Happened again.

she saw a breath escape his lips,

A mist in the cold gloomy air

She was going mad , she's convinced
But then she felt something and looked

at her hand wrapped around his fingers
and she felt him squeeze her hand.

And then she saw it happened again

''Datura?"

She looked back up at his face and watched as his eyes parted revealing

his inky blue eyes

but how is this possible? Abruptly she had a memory of what the old mage had said to them that night;

that which is keeping him alive, is that which will set him free.

The moonflower was in is hair, all he had to do was cut it? that's why Vladimir was so keen about never cutting it. You have got to be kidding me.

'' Dahlia? ", he called out, his voice barely a whisper

"I'm here, I'm here'' assured squeezing his hands tighter. And tears began to build on her eyes.

''why on earth am I in a casket?" He asked

She let out a relieved laugh '' It's a long story '', she said wiping away her tears. But she they kept coming

He lifts his shaking hands to her face and uses his thumb wipe away her tears .

''I love long stories" he says smiling back at her.

He was Alive, he was alive and that was all that mattered.

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