Written with Roses

"When the person you love can't see your love for them beneath the painful things you say when they reject you, remember this: Love is blind."

— Shannon L. Alder

“LOVE, WHAT IS LOVE?” Leaves crunching at her feet, she walked over fallen servants making her way to the body of a blonde prince.

"I think love is a type of promise," she said twirling a black thorned rose in her hands.

"A promise, to be...faithful, to forever love one person, to give everything to them," crouching down she looked at his blue eyes with hatred.

"To give your heart to them."

"I recall everytime you had ever said that you loved me, ma chére. But every single time you broke your promise." She got to her feet, as her hands began to glow gold.

"You had said you loved me, yet I saw you with others. You said you'd give me the world, yet here you lay, pathetically, under my foot." She stepped on his back, with a bitter smile.

"Why, Diane?" He asked with gasped breaths.

Diane chuckles "why you ask? Oh my dear Adam, after countless times where you have embarrassed me, took me for granted, cheated on me , you ask why. How cute."

Her hands shimmered as Diane lifted Adam off the ground levitating him in place.

Heavy breaths, the prince spit blood out of his mouth, trying to get the metallic taste out of his mouth.

He realized that this was probably his end.

"If you're going to kill me, get it over with then." He glared.

"Oh how beastly of you. I'm not going to kill you, it wouldn't be enough to quench my pain."

She whispered an incantation, a curse.

“My dear, you are arrogant, pompous, you only have a frozen heart. And for that you shall pay with your life! Adam d'Harcourt, you have angered me, your blind eyes never truly seeing behind the face of another, as you reject all that which you do not like. Now all will reject you."

She dropped the withered rose along with his body, she laughed as she disappeared in a gust of gold.

Her last words echoing, as the forest went silent. Only the sound of the wind and the ringing in his ears left.

“A gift,” she said.

“A black rose, for a black heart.”

LOVE, WHAT IS LOVE?” Leaves crunching at her feet, she walked over fallen servants making her way to the body of a blonde prince.

"I think love is a type of promise," she said twirling a black thorned rose in her hands.

"A promise, to be...faithful, to forever love one person, to give everything to them," crouching down she looked at his blue eyes with hatred.

"To give your heart to them."

"I recall everytime you had ever said that you loved me, ma chére. But every single time you broke your promise." She got to her feet, as her hands began to glow gold.

"You had said you loved me, yet I saw you with others. You said you'd give me the world, yet here you lay, pathetically, under my foot." She stepped on his back, with a bitter smile.

"Why, Diane?" He asked with gasped breaths.

Diane chuckles "why you ask? Oh my dear Adam, after countless times where you have embarrassed me, took me for granted, cheated on me , you ask why. How cute."

Her hands shimmered as Diane lifted Adam off the ground levitating him in place.

Heavy breaths, the prince spit blood out of his mouth, trying to get the metallic taste out of his mouth.

He realized that this was probably his end.

"If you're going to kill me, get it over with then." He glared.

"Oh how beastly of you. I'm not going to kill you, it wouldn't be enough to quench my pain."

She whispered an incantation, a curse.

“My dear, you are arrogant, pompous, you only have a frozen heart. And for that you shall pay with your life! Adam d'Harcourt, you have angered me, your blind eyes never truly seeing behind the face of another, as you reject all that which you do not like. Now all will reject you."

She dropped the withered rose along with his body, she laughed as she disappeared in a gust of gold.

Her last words echoing, as the forest went silent. Only the sound of the wind and the ringing in his ears left.

“A gift,” she said.

“A black rose, for a black heart.”

Okay, bare with me...this was written when I was 16. But it's still aight. Let me know your thoughts on this 'retelling' of sorts.