his voice was saccharine sweet, and you couldn’t help the guilt that squeezed your heart

he said soft praises and loving comments, arms wrapped around your frame as you lay in bed with him

he was the prince of an enemy kingdom, and you were sent as a “peace offering” by your father. little did anyone know, your job was to murder him

however, love doesn’t have limits, and you saw yourself falling for the prince more every day, and this is how you ended up,

in his arms, painfully wishing that you didn’t have to murder the man you learned to love