Dea hung onto every word he said. She wiped every tear that managed to slip from his curled eyelashes, and onto his brightly colored skin that matched a gleaming star. Her eyes met his as they filled with glassy tears. She shuddered. How could one with such beauty feel such pain? Dea's mind began to wonder as she laid, on her side, facing him with their fingers interlocked as he laid in the same position as his. Her mind was racing at 100 miles per minute. Her brain couldn't formulate words. It seemed as if her plan was slowing slipping from her fingers, she couldn't think around him while they were this close. She could hardly breathe.
"Irora." She muttered. "What would the Pain Goddess want with you? What pain could a 5-year-old bring a village? The same exact village you were left in charge of?" He shrugged, while moving Dea off of his chest to get up from the bed. "I wish I knew. It tortures me every night. I hear the water crashing on the rocks. I feel my mother's grip on my ankle. And I always feel that moment when I'm about to fall. When everything goes dark." He spoke with such passion. Dea felt the cold tone in his voice. Dea could feel - she could see how empty he was inside. Kraton was innocent, he didn't deserve the treatment he received from his mother, yet it still happened.
"My father was no help." He said, chuckling angrily. "He loved her too much to get rid of her. It got to the point where we went on a run. We left this village to go to various others, so that the guards wouldn't catch my mother. Could you believe that? The royal family on the run from it's own village? It's own guards? My mother and father died at the hands of this village. They killed their leader. Leaving me, lost, just barely an adult to lead the same village that murdered my family."
"I don't know who to blame!" He said angrily as he paced the room. He stopped in front of a window in which overlooked the whole village. "Who can I blame? Who?" Kraton sighed, breaking into a fit of sobs. "I didn't ask for this! I didn't ask to lead, I didn't ask to be in charged of this village! I wish I had a childhood. I wish I could be a kid; I wish-" His words were cut off by his own sobs. Dea looked over to him with a worried look. She got up from the bed and slowly walked to him. Dea sighed, pulling Kraton into an embrace. "You're an amazing King, Your Majesty. Especially with you being so young. The village love and appreciates you. We'd be in shambles without you."
Kraton sighed. "I think it's time for you to leave." His voice was cold. Empty. Dea could feel her heart slowly drop to her feet. It was as if her heart wasn't even beating. Like nothing matter except for this moment. He was hurt, and he was trying to shut her out. Dea had to think on her feet. Her thoughts were racing, she began to walk over to his mirror. It was draped in red silk, perhaps his intentions in doing so, was to shield his disheveled face. Dea snatched the silk off, she wrapped it around her arms as if it was a coat. She loved the feeling of the extravagant fabric on her skin. Kraton looked over his shoulder, curiosity clouded his face. He watched her in silence as she began to drop her clothes. "I'm going to take a bath." She said, her voice was barely above a whisper. But something about it screamed determined, firm. He just nodded his head, watching her figure disappear into the bathroom. The only thing covering her naked body was the red silk he used to try and hide from himself.
If anything, he was intrigued. Never would he had expected such a bold move, coming from this particular lady. From any of the other women he had met, yes. But not her. And that's something that threw him off about her. Something that just isn't right. Kraton couldn't put his finger on it. Was she even real? He chuckled to himself. Of course she was, he just couldn't believe he found a good enough woman. Good enough to become a queen, raise his kids. She wasn't good enough - she was perfect.
"LOVE SHALL REIGN!"
"What are you doing, child? Does royalty mean so much to you that you're willing to sacrifice your own blood? Will you? Will you?"
"You're drowning child. You'll get what you want, what you desire. In return, He will be mad."
Makutu woke up, dripping in sweat. She felt as if her soul had left her body. As if Dea was somewhere roaming around. Her arm began to sting with pain, she looked down at it, trying to figure out what was bringing her such discomfort. To her surprise, she seen that the letter P, which, the last time she saw it, it only had 2 lines and the wound was closed, it was slowly turning into a scar. Unfortunately, the wound re-opened, and it now showcased 3 lines going through the letter P. And Makutu's arm was drenched in blood. Along with the sheets on her bed.
She slid out of bed, full of bewilderment. Makutu needed to know why this random cut constantly kept forming on her. She walked to her bathroom, grabbed a tissue, and began to lightly press on the wound. She wouldn't be getting any sleep, anytime soon. The sky looks as if the sun will rise soon, anyways. Makutu stared out of her window as she pressed onto her wound, the sky showcased a miraculous collision of oranges and purples.
Her dreams' words seemed to ring in her head like a ping pong bouncing against a wall. She couldn't get the familiar voice from her head. Neither could she remove the dancing figure wearing a blue and orange sash.
"HE WILL BE MAD!"
author's note: heyyyy it's been a while i know. uhhh so i've been listening to rayvn lenae, you guys should check her out!!! i'll make a chapter about her on the playlist book, so go and check it out!