A favor to ask

The queen sat before her dressing mirror looking at her reflection in the mirror. She had a smile on her face but lacked happiness in her eyes. 

She clenched her hand around the hair brush. She lost her way, she tried not to look back and move on like nothing happen but she couldn't. She had one person to blame for her misery and that was Marcus. 

Her eyes burnt bitterly as she recalled what had happened. She had gotten what she wanted but ended up losing what she needed. 

And it was all because of Marcus. She didn't want to feel the way that she did but she couldn't help her situation. She found herself stuck. 

She could neither cry or laugh. She wasn't happy or sad. Her smile wasn't sincere and her tears wouldn't fall. She was hurt. 

"I hate you Marcus," she screamed at the top of her voice. Their were no better ways to express how she felt about the human.