How far will I go?

I stand here in the centre of the vast courtroom in my long white gown flowing behind me—the marbles on the palace floor reflecting my lustrous tiara. As I look up from my dress, I see him on the throne. Magnificent and proud. His crown glares my eyes. He shifts a little and beckons me with love in his eyes.

My gloved hands pull the dress a little up, and I start walking towards him.

As I walk, my feet feel the bones crunching under my weight. I don't pause; I continue to walk the length of the hall, looking down at my steps. I now see the blood dripping from the blade sheathed in my glove, turning my white gown red.

Yet, I don't stumble; I continue to walk at the same pace. As I close my eyes to shake my head off the thoughts, I smell the smoke from the burning houses.

I have crossed half the distance when I look up to see if he is still waiting for me. And yes, he is, with his eyes fixed on me.

I keep walking as I turn to look behind me and see through the large palace gates the fire still burning.

I know by now I can't shake the thoughts away. They would haunt me forever. But I don't pause till I reach him near the throne.

I lean close to his ear, but I don't kiss.

Instead, I whisper, "We have built this castle over the broken bones, with blood and ashes. The ringing laments would not cease to echo from the colossal fortress walls. The musty smell of blood would continue to stink in the gardens of the palace. The memories of murders will never fade away.

Did we not want to live in heaven, just you and me?

And why have we created a hell?"

"I am afraid of the lengths I will go for you to be my Prince.

Burning behind me is my world, except you.

I am afraid I will hate you because you cost me everything I loved in my life."