One Last Time

Your smell still lingers on the sheets.

I Know that I am to be married in a week’s time. I know that if the duke found out he’d kill not only you but me too. We’d been doing this since we were 16. I knew when we first met, I wanted to spend my whole life with you. But you were from the other kingdom. We had plans to runaway, but then Father said he wanted to marry me off And that sort of ruined our plans.

The preparations for wedding had begun. But I can’t let you go. I wish you didnt have to leave every morning. I wish that we could go somewhere else.

Seeing you last night had been a surprise. I thought you’d be busy this week. But when I saw you clinb through the window, my heart pounded and I couldn’t contain my excitement. We talked for a while, before laying in bed.

This morning you were gone. With only your scent left on the sheets.

I sighed and prepared myself for the day. But when I went downstairs, I was met with my Father’s angry stare.

“You disgust me.“ he Said. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me outside, to where I saw you, bloodied and bruised, held back by guards. You met my gaze.

I started to plead with Father, told him to let you go but he refused. He simply said “Kill him.“

I screamed. I couldnt let you go. You are my best friend, my lover, one I hoped one day to be my husband.

I tried to fight the guard but he was stronger. And you were too beaten up. The guard plunged the knife into your chest. I heard you mutter my name. My heart felt as if someone had torn it apart like it was paper.

“EMILIANA. Stop this nonsense now! You are to marry the Duke, not some scum from the enemy’s kingdom.“ My father yelled.

“No! No, this isn’t what I want.... I’ll never marry him!” Before he could stop me, I grabbed the knife and put it through my very own chest. I felt the blood start to seep down my dress. My head felt dizzy. I heard you groan in protest. But I fell, lying next to you. Your brown eyes were the last thing I saw.