Melissa Spatiaits.
Blood as tears.
Blood as tears.
How? How hurt…how hurt is he to have that roll out of his eyes? I have heard of it but I have never seen it. My hands cannot stop shaking, it has been six hours since the incident, but it’s like I’m still in it. I use a cloth to wipe my eyes dry and to blow my nose. I have cored so much that my voice has gotten coarse. Usually, in the mornings, we are usually bustling activities and conversations by the servant’s or war gammas.
Today, the estate is silent and everyone is moving with the shadows, even the birds in the gardens are not chirping. Heaven forbids anyone who walks enter into the king’s path. The door opens and I lift my eyes to see Elizabeth. Currently, I am in the laundry room…I have been here since it happened.
“You are
