"Long nights are quite lonely, don't you think, my lady?" Len spoke, sitting on the ground in front of his highnesses throne. A chain around his wrist, attached to her very own. His blue eyes focused ahead of them in their broken throne room. The roof collapsed, the night sky prominent from their location. He sat, his head resting back against the stone throne.
"It's quiet... Tell me again? The story..." The Princess spoke, her eyes closed, her figure thin. Her face a paste white, colour slowly drained. She slowly reached down, her hand resting on her servants shoulder. Len raised his hand, taking hers in his own.
"At birth, my Princess, two twins were born, but fate provided separate destinies. The elder son, was to serve and protect his little sister, her guard, her best friend, his life. He loved her with all he was, for he would always protect her. She was his everything, and he was content, with the chain bounding them... Not a physical chain, but an emotional one. He swore his life to her. He is always by her side, never straying away from her. The Princess was kind to him, she loved him. She was happy with him. She took him everywhere. Her chains made their bond stronger. She slept with him nightly, sharing a bed, a room, the table, and everything. The twins took the kingdom by storm. But soon the Princess grew ill, and bedridden she stayed. The servant stayed. And stayed. And stayed. For years the Princess laid, sick, and weak. But she got better. Around their birthday, she was able to get out of the bed, and by the holidays, she was back on her throne. Yet, something changed. She took everything, twisted it. She became a symbol of evil, and everyone followed her, for she knew best. She was the future queen. The servant followed, soon they started to rule together. But not as Master and servant, but brother and sister. Future king and queen. Even though they were ruling as a pair, he stayed her servant. Soon, they wed, as families did in their time." He spoke, he felt the woman's touch in his hand grow colder, shivering.
After a few years, the young rulers took their rest. Their palace abandoned. There they sat... The servant by his Princess's side. She was Ill..." He paused, looking to the woman, her eyes closed, and her body cold and motionless.
He stood, picking the girl up, holding her in his arms, he sat on the throne. She curled up in his arms, pressed against her. Her lifeless body cold to the touch. Len let a few tears slide down. "The princess was beautiful. Her brother stayed until her last breath... He held onto her, her cold body against his warm one. He looked at her, tears falling, voice cracking. 'Sleep well, my Princess' He spoke. But at last, she could never hear his voice again. He loved her, and she knew. But his heart died with her..." Len spoke, finishing the story. His body started to shake, he felt his heart breaking, breaking into pieces. He gripped his young sister, hiding his face in her now cold chest. He let the tears flow, he mumbled apology after apology.
"forgive me... Lord forgive me. Take her to peace, let her be happy with you...." He mumbled through sobbing lips. He felt her body get lighter, when he sat back, his blue eyes looked as her body was starting to vanish. Where it was leaving, blue butterflies took form, their fluorescent lights left trails of where they had been. His tears stopped, and he watched her body turn to the creatures and fly upward and out of the broken roof. In his hands, was her soul, who turned into the most beautiful of butterflies, Golden and pure...
Len stared at the butterfly, and it seemingly stared back at him. The creature flew to his right shoulder. Standing now, he looked to the critter as he started to walk. He walked out of the castle, standing on the front steps, by the door way. Looking up to the sky, he could still see the butterflies flying up, then he looked back, the butterfly was gone, and in place, was a hand. A ghostly hand, attached to Rin's spirit. She looked to him, then moved both her hands, removing the chains that once connected them in her final moments. "Don't cry over me." She spoke, walking in front of her brother, she put her hands on his cheeks, the pale blue light from her body, translucent otherwise. She smiled to him, looking into his familiar eyes. "Smile, my brother. Do not show sadness, I'll always be with you... I'll see you soon. It won't be long." She leaned up, pressing her forehead to his.
He closed his eyes at the phantom touch. His body shook, he held back tears. He was too upset to speak, he only went to wrap his arms around her, but when he did, she was already gone. He fell to his knees, hugging his own chest and his tears started to flow once more. He had lost his only reason for living. He lost his only love. He lost his little sister, whom he swore to protect until he had perished.
Looking up to the sky, she had gone, and so had his heart. Slowly sitting down, he leaned against the castle doors. Taking the blade hidden in his boot, he took it, looking in its mirrored surface. Looking up at the sky still, his tears shed down his cheeks. Placing the knife against his neck, he held it. "Into night the black bird sings, for in time love healed its wings..." he said softly. With a swift motion, the lights drained from his eyes and he slid into nothing.
Standing now, his ghost form stood looking over his own body, he sighed softly before he looked to the sky. He felt a hand take his, he looked to his sister, who stood there, and their white eyes looked into one another's. As they walked, they vanished into the night. King and Queen, brother and sister, together at piece.
