Chapter Fifty-One

“But what am I to do? I detest you!” Shadow Moon said quietly. “I’d rather die than stay by your side. What should I do?”
Arthur’s pupils contracted, the azure blue depths unfathomable, yet his smile blossomed like a flower. “But I can’t bear to let you go.” Cruelty stained his rose-red lips. “So, let us go together—even if it's to hell. The only place for you is at my side.”
The sound of tearing cloth echoed, figures shifting, and the vast violet bed suddenly sank beneath them. Chaotic breaths mingled between them, laced with a faint suggestion of intimacy.
His rose-colored lips captured her small, blood-stained mouth, lingering, sucking, biting. His slender hands caressed her smooth back, warmth barely perceptible.
Shadow Moon felt herself freezing. The silk sheets beneath her were cold, her bare back prickled with goosebumps. A pair of warm hands roamed her waist, sliding upward. Something soft teased her neck, sucking and biting relentlessly.
Arthur’s body grew feverish, his breathing shallow and urgent, hands and lips moving ceaselessly.
Shadow Moon lay straight on the bed, neither resisting nor moving. She stared at the bright moon hanging high in the ink-black sky outside the window, her eyes dry and gritty, devoid of a single tear.
The man above her moved with desperate energy, his body ablaze, a bead of sweat falling onto her chest.
Her waist loosened, her trousers slipped away, and she shivered from the cold. The man pressed himself closer, his slender, calloused fingers sliding along her legs, inching upward.
At last, they reached their destination.
Shadow Moon’s entire body trembled.

“I hate you,” she whispered from lips stained with dried blood, her voice devoid of emotion.
The man above her shuddered, his burning body suddenly chilled.
“Then hate me to your very core,” he replied. With that, his slender middle finger thrust cruelly into her warmth.
Shadow Moon’s face lost its calm; her brows furrowed, and she bit her lips hard, refusing to utter a sound.
Arthur watched her pain, his heart twisting, yet he withdrew his finger abruptly. He looked at her, raised his finger, and seductively sucked it clean.
“Remember, you belong only to me.”
With those words, his slender body rose from above her, standing backlit in his bare upper body, flashing a cruel smile at her before leaving.
Beside the bed, by the floor-to-ceiling windows, fragments of torn clothing lay scattered, streaked with faint traces of blood.
Shadow Moon lay quiet upon the violet bed, her once fair skin now covered in bruises and glaring red stains. Calmly, she wrapped herself in the wide quilt, cocooning herself like a silken chrysalis.
Under the cold moonlight, the purple bed rose into a small mound, nothing visible but the trembling of that little hill, growing and growing, along with the faint, suppressed sound of sobbing.
Outside the door, Arthur, clad in a wrinkled, unbuttoned shirt, leaned against the door panel. Hearing the muffled, aggrieved cries within, he clutched his chest, which heaved violently, his face contorted with pain.

Finally, unable to contain it any longer, a crimson liquid burst forth, blooming in the air like a sinister spider lily. His body slid slowly to the floor.
“Your Highness!” The butler rushed forward to catch Arthur’s collapsing form.
“Go…fetch a doctor…have them…see to her…” Arthur’s azure eyes closed slowly, plunging him into darkness.
“Your Highness!”
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