She stood before the throne, the king sat before her with an amused look. His features showed a form of twisted amusement. Next to him stood a man dressed in darker garbs. His features were sharp, manly and handsome. Her eyes were dark and haunting but they stared at her.
The image blurred into another. The handsome man was before her, his features twisted as she felt herself stumble. Too close! He was too close! His lips were moving, but she heard nothing.
That image faded as the room slowly decated around her. Patches of blood, broken wood, and destroyed furnishings littered the ground. She was sitting, straddling the man. His body seemed lifeless. His facial features contorted into a mix of pain and pleasure. He was fully clothed, as was she. The room seemed wrong. She stood, taking in her surroundings before her eyes caught on a mirror. Walking towards it, she noticed the image was not her. Her hand pushed along the glass while noticed the other woman.
“He was delicious”
Her eyes widened, was this Rikka?
The image faded as she stood in front of the king once more. He look angry, guards circled around them as he began yelling. The motion was there, but the noise was muted. Cold metal touched her wrists as she felt a tug. She didn’t like the man, but she honestly didn’t mean to.