Remnants: V. The Poison Takes Root

One kiss was all it took to start the fall, His breath on my neck answered my call. Rozetria sleeps dreaming of golden rings— While I begin to clip her fragile wings. I slip into his chambers after dark, Candlelight dances on the royal mark. He hesitates, then pulls me near, Whispers my name like secret fear. I trace the line of his princely jaw, Speak of power, speak of law. “She’s too gentle for the throne’s cruel game, You need a queen who knows the flame.” His eyes flicker with forbidden fire, I feed the spark, stoke it higher. Every touch a calculated sin, Every word draws him deeper in. I paint her flaws in velvet lies, Naïve heart, soft uncertain eyes. “She’ll break beneath the empire’s weight— Let me be the hand that seals your fate.” I weave the web, thread by thread, Turn his love to poison instead! She kisses joy with innocent grace— I’ll make her smile a mask of disgrace! Darius bends, he starts to break, For every promise that I fake. The serpent coils, the trap is set— Rozetria’s crown will soon be wet! They call me bastard, call me stain, But blood remembers every pain. Father chose her, the world chose her— Now I choose revenge, cold and pure. The poison takes root, slow and deep, His heart is mine to keep, to keep. She’ll wake to find her prince is gone, While I rise laughing with the dawn! No mercy for the rose so bright, I’ll steal her day, I’ll claim her night! Seraphine blooms in shadow’s womb— And soon the empire becomes my tomb… for her. For her! One more kiss… one more lie… Watch the golden prince comply. Rozetria dreams… so sweet, so blind— While I tighten the noose behind.