Twelve Steps

If looks could kill, I should be dead now.

Evangeline kept staring at him throughout the time she got joined to him and a beautifully adorned crown was placed on her head, wondering why he looked like he wants her head detached from her neck now.

They were silly, intense and a bit uncomfortable to endure. It made her to also think what she wasn't doing right. Probably she was messing up in a way and no one was telling her that. Anyway, his stares and mood didn't matter to her anymore the moment it was over, and they all gathered around the dinning table to have a joyous celebratory dinner with their king and new queen.

It didn't bother her how convenient it was to fake a smile as the plan she had for the demon prince kept reeling in her head non-stop.

It was going to happen tonight.

He could take it as her wedding gift to him. She was going to do the best for herself and for this world before she gets the chance to say goodbye.