While I never thought that I’d end up ever killing someone, there I sit on my bed while Wilkins and the Chef carry the body out.

I feel like I should feel something, but I don’t seem to care, she had come into my room to serve me tea, and the moment I saw the tea a different color I stabbed her.

It was a poor attempt at assassination, I’m not an idiot, I know my tea and hers didn’t have any wine!

“Lady Alindell….” Looking at me, I watched as he took his handkerchief and got on one knee beside my bed, wiping the blood from my hands.

“It’s good you were here, whatever would I have done if my parents saw this mess.” I teased but his gaze was cold.

“She was sent by the princess wasn’t she? What a treat, it’s been so long since I’ve had this many admirers.”

His grip tightened around my wrist, and he looked up into my eyes, I couldn’t tell if it was worry or hate.

“This isn’t humorous, Lady Alindell, you could have died….”

“But isn't that what you want?”

I must be tired, because that just slipped out, looking down at him his face went cold, and I leaned in, running my free hand against his cheek.

“Or is it that you wanted to kill me yourself…? You greedy man.”

My face was so close it almost touched him, and what I wouldn’t give to lick his nose.

Perhaps I will one day, but not yet, looking into his eyes, they twinkle the color of lavender.

“What do you know….?”

He managed to whisper, and I stood up, knocking away his hand off my wrist as I spun about, walking over to my moonlit window.

“More than you care to know, but little matters to me, I don’t mind.” Giggling, I had never told him this, in any of my lives, that I knew he’d kill me.

I saw how he stared, in shock, confusion, awe….

Standing up, he walked closer to me, looking at me with conflicted eyes.

“Why….?”

“Why what? Why haven’t I run? Why haven’t I told anyone? Why haven’t I-“

“Why haven’t you ever feared me…?”

He spoke as if he were a plague, and while I used to fear him, he used to haunt my dreams, and I used to plead for my life, after a few dozen times you become numb.

“What’s there to fear? You're simply following your dreams, Count.” I say as I look to him with a grin.

“Now, it’s getting late and I need my beauty sleep.” Spinning him around, I begin pushing him out my door.

While he’s welcome to stay, I doubt he’d want that, as much as I would.

“I do look forward to this so-called day of reckoning I’ve heard about, until tomorrow, dear Count.”

“W-wait-“

But as he turns around to speak, I shut my door and giggle, what a silly man he is, he’s probably waiting outside my door, utterly confused.

I can’t help but wonder what tomorrow will bring, the blood had been cleaned from the floor, and I sat alone in my room.

Tomorrow would be the last full day of my life, it always felt bittersweet, as if I were reaching the final chapters of a book I adored.