— From the Queen’s eyes
They struck at dusk - not with warning, but with silence. The blade that pierced me was sharp, but it wasn’t the first cut. That had come days earlier, when I looked for my knight… and thought I no longer held his gaze.
I heard whispers. Saw shadows. And I let pride build a wall where love once stood.
He didn’t follow when I stepped away — so I believed the worst:
That I was no longer his Queen. I thought he had given his heart to another. So I distanced myself. I turned my silence into armor.
And when they came for me — enemies with no mercy — I did not scream. Because part of me had already gone quiet inside.
My last breath was not a cry for help… it was his name.
Then, only stillness.
But the after-realm welcomed me with light — a place untouched by time, where wounds no longer bleed, but truths echo louder than regrets.
I waited.
Not as a Queen on a throne… but as a woman, hoping.
Wishing he’d come.
Wishing he still cared.
Wishing I had asked him instead of assuming.
And then, one night — the air shifted.
I felt pain cut through the veil of this realm. Not mine — his.
I saw him in the graveyard. Alone. Kneeling before my resting place, face carved with sorrow.
He spoke.
“Forgive me, my Queen… I thought you wanted space. I never looked away from you — not even once.”
And then he did what shattered my soul a second time.
He drew his sword — the same one that had guarded my life for years — and stabbed deep into his own heart.
In the silence of the graveyard, he offered me his blood… as a final apology.
And as his body fell beside mine, his spirit rose — broken, but searching.
And I was already there. Waiting.
He looked at me — not as a knight, not as a servant of the crown, but as the man who had loved me with a quiet, unshakable fire.
“I came to say I’m sorry,” he whispered.
I touched his face.
“You didn’t fail me,” I said, tears glowing like stardust. “We just ran out of time in the world that never lets hearts speak fast enough.”
And then, in the realm beyond pain and pride,
we were finally just two souls.
No Queen. No Knight.
No misunderstandings.
No distance.
Only the love that waited too long…
…but never truly died.
They struck at dusk - not with warning, but with silence. The blade that pierced me was sharp, but it wasn’t the first cut. That had come days earlier, when I looked for my knight… and thought I no longer held his gaze.
I heard whispers. Saw shadows. And I let pride build a wall where love once stood.
He didn’t follow when I stepped away — so I believed the worst:
That I was no longer his Queen. I thought he had given his heart to another. So I distanced myself. I turned my silence into armor.
And when they came for me — enemies with no mercy — I did not scream. Because part of me had already gone quiet inside.
My last breath was not a cry for help… it was his name.
Then, only stillness.
But the after-realm welcomed me with light — a place untouched by time, where wounds no longer bleed, but truths echo louder than regrets.
I waited.
Not as a Queen on a throne… but as a woman, hoping.
Wishing he’d come.
Wishing he still cared.
Wishing I had asked him instead of assuming.
And then, one night — the air shifted.
I felt pain cut through the veil of this realm. Not mine — his.
I saw him in the graveyard. Alone. Kneeling before my resting place, face carved with sorrow.
He spoke.
“Forgive me, my Queen… I thought you wanted space. I never looked away from you — not even once.”
And then he did what shattered my soul a second time.
He drew his sword — the same one that had guarded my life for years — and stabbed deep into his own heart.
In the silence of the graveyard, he offered me his blood… as a final apology.
And as his body fell beside mine, his spirit rose — broken, but searching.
And I was already there. Waiting.
He looked at me — not as a knight, not as a servant of the crown, but as the man who had loved me with a quiet, unshakable fire.
“I came to say I’m sorry,” he whispered.
I touched his face.
“You didn’t fail me,” I said, tears glowing like stardust. “We just ran out of time in the world that never lets hearts speak fast enough.”
And then, in the realm beyond pain and pride,
we were finally just two souls.
No Queen. No Knight.
No misunderstandings.
No distance.
Only the love that waited too long…
…but never truly died.
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