His fingers wove through his
hair, clenching at the thick black strands. A lithesome sound danced
at the edge of his hearing.
“Go away.” The guttural noise
of his own voice, no more than an animals growl, twisted in his ears. He
sank to the floor, the corners of the wall hugging him close on each
side.
“Master?”
Adaris flinched away.
“Please, Master. You must eat,”
Quartz said.
A granite hand touched
Adaris's and he slammed against the wall, jerking
his head upwards as his eyes flashed deep crimson.
Quartz, a crumbling man made of stone, starred at him with frozen, emotionless eyes. “What...what
is happening to you?”
“I...I don't know,” Adarius
whispered through clenched teeth.
The voice that danced at the edge
of his hearing swelled, echoing throughout the castle.
“A beast within, now without,
suffer for what you've done to me you dastardly Prince...”
Dead silence followed the words.
He thought they had been finished with the foul thing.
But he'd never be done of it.
“The Rose...”
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