I am case of ludicrous romanticism.
If I just could have stopped loving him. He poisoned me slowly and painfully, without any remorse or sadness. When I stabbed her, he looked surprised that the pawn was fighting back.
He tried to get rid of me. He took me into his arms to carry me outside, to leave me, still weakened by poison, to the mercy of the elements. But I had still knife in the innocent lavender folds of my robe, and I sank it to him. He dropped me to the floor and it took couple of minutes for me to crawl back int the bed.
But unlike the siblings, I survived.
Now he is laying on the open stone coffin, dressed in his black finery, with fresh flower always on his buttonhole. He is exquisitely handsome.