#obsessed tm

ronan stood in the great hall of this pathetic kingdom, his hand raising high in the air to cease the movement of any other fae within it. a chilling silence fell as he regarded the girl in front of her. the streaks of her tears stained her cheeks and his eyes fell to the weapon in her hand. humans were such obvious creatures, reacting on emotion than thought when put into such situations. but no matter his personal qualms with the mortal beings, ronan had very good reason to bring death to the doors of this kingdom. his eyes rested on the girl in front of him, the one he was owed. "be happy your father met a swift and clean death, there are worse things i could have done with him." he replied. boots echoed against the floor as he walked closer to the girl, studying her with intensity. a pity really, allowing your kingdom to be brought to its knees simply for not adhering to what had been agreed upon. one sacrifice and the humans no longer hunt the fae. one sacrifice and the fae no longer kill the humans. and yet this king had felt he was above them all, enough that he didn't need to give this girl away. her defiance caused a smile to stretch over his lips. at least she was willing to fight back against something. she had fight, more than he could say for her father. he glanced down at the limp body sprawled at their feet, even dead humans were distasteful.

"i've left enough of your people alive to re-build this so called kingdom." he said finally, eyes going back to her's. "i only came to get what was owed to me. and now that i have you i will give you your one and only choice." one more step, his hand reaching up and taking her chin in his hand as if inspecting her. "die by the same sword that killed your pathetic father or return to my court to become my bride."

Haydee's body was shaking from anger and despair but she was still standing tall in front of this impossible tall and menacing man. She was not going to cave and she may die soon -- very soon, but she'd die standing, defending the things she believed in the most.

she listened to his words with furrowed eyebrows. she knew there were deals with the fae kingdom, treaties but whenever she asked about them her father and uncle would change the topic, would tell her there was nothing for her to worry about. clearly, they had lied and... and something was definitely not right.

this man--whatever he was--seemed to be speaking quite fairly for someone that had just masacred their kingdom and spoke of having her. her? the princess? she knew that it was a (horrible) custom to snatch the princesses and kill the princes whenever another kingdom won, she half expected that but what the king was saying had a different tone to it.

and his hand gripping at her chin was warm, burning hot, crass and soft all at once and her mind and heart were even more confused. he was here to kill her, of course he was.

"wai--bride?" she asked with visible confusion in her features, the knife held by her right hand dropping to the side. she couldn't fight this man, she could try and stab him of course but he'd break her neck in a split second and then her kingdom will be nothing but ashes.

"you--i was owed to you? what are you talk--" she shook her head and look down at her father, trying to remember. "you want me, a human, to marry you? why?" she asked in mild disbelief. it didn't make any sense whatsoever.

unless...

was that the treaty? she thought it was a sacrifice of some kind, but--but not this. she would do it though, if it meant securing the lives of her people and the survival of the kingdom. she would do it without hesitation so why, why did his father never told her? or her uncle? why they got themselves into this pointless war that killed so many?