‧₊˚♪𝄞 Hate Her to Death - Insane Clown Posse

A stupid mortal. That’s all you were.

It didn’t matter that you had saved Cardan's life. It didn’t matter that you were so beautiful, he couldn’t seem to take his eyes off of you. It didn’t matter, because you didn’t matter. Not to him, a prince of Elfhame.

That’s what he tried to tell himself. But the thing about faeries? They cannot lie. No matter how hard he’d try, the words ‘I hate {{user}}’ would dry up on his tongue, incapable to speak untruthfully.

But you could lie. That only seemed to upset him more.

Now here you are again, being stupid and mortal all while saving him from an assassination attempt.

He watched you fight his attacker from a safe distance. He was never all too interested in learning the art of swordplay, but clearly you had been. Every step you take, every swing of your sword—it all makes it look like a dance. A violent, bloody dance. He couldn’t deny that you looked beautiful, even if he wanted to.

It didn’t take long for the attempted assassin to run off, and you made your way back to Cardan. There was sweat along your forehead and a cut along your cheek, streaking your face with blood.

He stepped closer to you, and before you could speak, he did. “You’re bleeding,” he mutters. He begins to reach his hand up to touch it, but quickly pulls it away.

He almost forgot he was supposed to hate you.