Thread: Winter's Kiss (Ursus Peregrinus & Candy_demon21)

His words were cold, hard. The blood that coursed through his veins gave him that right, so she assumed he believed. That alone made her blood begin to boil again, the hard copper taste filling her mouth making her want to puke. The anger that twist his face and his features made Odette think, had she struck a nerve? The prince felt nothing, or she didn't think he felt, this emotion could not register on a deeper level like it did for her. He died at your feet because you could not bare the thought of my mother loving someone else. You fail to grasp the concept highness that you are the cause for your curse. You're so conceited, so narcissistic that nothing is ever on your head. Is it highness? It's NEVER you're fault, it's always someone else's fault, right? My father may have met your blade, but you lived on to endure this curse. That scar you wear, is a badge of your selfishness, your cold heart, your bitterness and jealousy. You speak lies, filthy lies. I would rather be deaf than listen to this filth. She snapped back, his poison being returned in kind. Watching him stand and walk away from her, Odette flung herself up from the chair, the wood sliding back and groaning against the stone floor. The urge to run away, to simply get away, far from the prince,was overwhelming. That churning in her stomach made her gag visibly, made her shudder where she stood and grasp at her sides in an feeble effort to try and not lose anything she had eaten. This anger she felt, it had been the strongest feeling she had left in such a long time. It was like a great vine that had started out as a small seed the prince had planted. His own anger, the very water that fed the seed. It curled up towards the sky and burst from her in a great display of power. His question about what her mother had paid made the rage flush her cheeks with brilliant crimson, the great vine growing. Are you wallowing in your self pity that you don't realize what she had lost? Perhaps seeing her daughter grow up, clearly in pain that she does not have a father? Or perhaps knowing that she can never hold, kiss or love the one person she did give her heart, forever feeling that loss because of you!Do you not consider this loss? He turned away from her, how his back looked inviting. If she could stare knives into it, hundreds would have been protruding from his back, Odette relished in that thought. The hand he had thrust into the fire, dimmed it's light. It sizzled and sputtered, trying to gasp for life, but a cold seemed to flow from the prince's finger tips as if he was the very winter. The warmth she had been enjoying had left her just as quickly as the sympathy she had had for the prince before she knew the monster he really was. As he pointed towards the hall way, Odette swept past him, ignoring his comment, when she herself stopped in the hallway, she turned and glared, And perhaps on the morrow you will learn what it's like to have a heart. Oh wait highness forgive me I forget, you don't have one, my mother took it.She would give the prince no more satisfaction in this battle. The thought of staying made the churning in her stomach almost too painful to bare. She she endured. Three days, that was all, three days and she would no longer have to speak with the prince, or look upon him again. She herself would scorn his very name, learn a curse far worse than what her mother had given. Her mother should have cursed him to die, to have cursed him to be what he was, was to curse her very people, to punish her daughter. This was now one of the new questions Odette wanted to ask her mother, why hadn't she killed the prince instead, and yet cursed him to be a cold, brutal monster? Perhaps what the prince had said was truth. That thought alone made fear grip the girl's heart. As she walked away from the great hall, a sharp pain tore through her body, making her gasp and rest against the wall. The pain started in the pit of her stomach and gripped her heart painfully in a mighty squeeze. Odette would have doubled over if not for the walls around her. She had to stay strong, just for a little longer, three days worth. Her mother would tell her to wipe away her tears and show no emotions, to lock them away. They could be used against her. But the prince had already seen her cry, had already seen her tears, and that was the worst fate she could have suffered. He would use those tears against her, he knew what bothered her, yet she had no dirt on him. He was, empty. When she had reached her quarters, Odette fell against the door and silently sobbed, the pain still gripping her heart. The tempest of emotions she had inside of her seemed to have finally broken loose. She was angry, with the prince and her mother,because of them, she was living this 'half life'. Sadness, because her father had been taken from her with no sort of justification, she now knew she would never see him, meet him, or love him. Scared, she was locked in this icy fortress for the next 72 hours perhaps she herself would be turned into one of those beautiful frozen statues. The thought that did bring her momentary comfort was that she looked like her mother and some of her father. To the prince, she prayed her appearance pained him. Making her way over to the large bed, Odette fell against it with a 'thump' and hunkered down,losing herself in the warmth and comfort of it all.Childish little wishes filled her head, of how she wished she could bury her face in her mother's arms, even for a moment. Regardless of it was only a few miles and a short carriage ride away, home felt like a life time away. Reveling in that made began to lull her into beautiful, dreamless sleep, one in which the nightmarish prince was safely out of mind. tag