Broken soul
The white light slowly faded from around king Philip...his eyes were lost...he looked dazed...a single tear dropped down his left cheek...so his wife ..his lady wasn't evil after all...she'd been pushed into leaving a lonesome life and was drowned in it....all those times she screamed and yelled .. and killed...it was all because she was angry...? or perhaps scared... broken too?!... if only he'd tried to reach out to her then this certainly wouldn't have happened...he'd already concluded she was bad from the first day they met at bugland...she didn't even have any magic other than the ring...his eyes slowly looked down at the ring...tears began to flow down his cheek like a thin twin stream..... his heart was beyond heavy...he stayed rooted to that spot...he couldn't feel his legs...he felt like quaking but his legs were betraying him ...he wanted to scream and hit himself but he felt numb ....the pulled his left hand into his hair and pulled his hair into his balled fist?... was he trying to install pain into his soul by afflicting himself?... he was pulling his hair so hard .. and his veins were popping out...the hair looked like it will come off his head soon...his eyes were blood red ....was he going to cry blood too.?...he'd lost her.!.. someone he could have made history with...his heart was drumming.... beating against his chest that it felt sore...he'd been not only a bad person...but also a selfish and judgemental husband!...this was the first time he referred to himself as her husband...his tears became like an endless rain...'oh Monica I'm sorry...' and he found his feet and crashed onto his knees....his hands were shivering...his entire body! ..he couldn't take his eyes off the ring...it was the most precious thing and memory to her and he was going to keep it safe....he looked up to the ceiling and growled....so loud that goosebumps crawled up luscious' skin...it was the first time Philip's voice was heard... this just made that saying true..' you never value a thing until you loose it'
prince luscious...whom too had seen the vision was dumbstruck...his mouth pathed...he too couldn't believe it...to think the queen was a loner ... and that's why she became a tyrant...so she'd not end up a cry baby like she was in her childhood was something he couldn't believe...but he couldn't also deny it cause this time...of all the rumors...this wasn't a rumour... he'd seen it in the vision of the myth...he couldn't deny it no matter how he tried to dismiss the feeling...this was real...he too began to feel guilty..for all the mean things he'd said about her and to her ...for how he'd treated and threatened Natasha...wait! Natasha....was she also facing some sort of trying situation that's why she'd behaved that way? is she also scared? is she a cry baby? does she have a goddess she'd lost? what is it it was with her? luscious heaved a relieving sigh...he didn't know he'd been holding his breath all along...his course immediately changed...he wasn't going to capture Natasha anymore...he was going to look for her with all that he got...he was going to bring her back and marry her...he was going to treat her well and pamper her...he was going to grant every and any desire she had...he was determined...he closed his eyes...he couldn't really explain how lord Philip was feeling right now but he knew it was something extreme...he felt heavy too... although his relieve came because he hadn't lost his wife to be...'no his wife' he corrected himself...he didn't want to ever feel what Philip was feeling...he pitied the lord ...he kept growling...over and over again and his throat was sore but he wasn't stopping...he most be feeling he wanted to die...he was dying..
Philip didn't know he loved Monica until now... . or did he just fall in love with her because of her memory? no! that's not it... he'd been in love with her without him even knowing all along....his entire body was shivering... so fast as the speed of light...he could not feel his bones...nor his spirit...he felt his soul evaporating...he was bleeding from the inside...this feeling so intense that one wishes to die...this feeling so intense that he wished he could have died for her....all along he prayed for this day...now he realized he prayed for his doom...was that why she'd... Monica wanted to go In search of lord Allen to destroy him? was she angry at the lord for making her miserable? who wouldn't? even him at this time was angry with Allen....where was he....? where is he now when this brutality was taking place..? isn't he just useless? isn't he just cruel and wicked?... why? ..why would he let this happen? if he'd known...he'd never had stopped his wife from going to him...he'd have helped her pull the land of fantasy into ruin