As soon as a set a foot in the room darkness fills my sight.

Only a candle was lit.

She was here.

Any normal person would feel alarmed, they would draw there weapon but I knew better.

“How are you Bea?” A smirk appearing on my face as I asking the question to the dark room.

A felt a cold metal by my neck.

Not even flinching my smirk was still painted over of my face.

“Not to bad Prince,” she says coolly finally stepping in to the light from the candle.

There she was.

Looking like a daydream in her slim dress.

“It’s lovely seeing you again.” I coo at here hoping to rally her up.

“And you.” She says politely but I knew she meant anything but.

Her silky blonde hair was in a tight bun unlike when we had met before but her brown warm eyes were still was big and beautiful last time.

She seemed nice even if she had to cover her true self infront of me.

If she had been anyone else I think I would of liked her.

But she wasn’t.

I wasn’t.

And that would never change.