Waxipola

one day has passed, she hasn’t returned

three days, a week, and then a month has passed, she’s not there

it’s been three months, and he’s losing hope

five months. five months without her. at this point he didn’t even know if she’s alive. alive and thinking about him.

the letters, had she burned them? had she even read them; seen that the queen of elfhame was missed by the king and was required to be next to him once again.

“come home and shout at me. come home and fight with me. come home and break my heart, if you must. just come home.”

why did he even let himself to think that she would love him after all he’s done to her? she had clearly known him as the monster he is. a few kisses shouldn’t mean anything.

—burned by Lady Asha

Ft. a cute tired redhead