Quinn's sword defended him and he wasn't hit once by his father's sword. But his father had cuts on him that his son had made. Quinn could see the anger in his father's eyes and he knew that if he lost now, he would go back to that lonely room and possibly have you killed. He would never get to see you again. The beautiful painting in his mind was starting to break like glass as his hair became messy strands. 

The gel in his hair melted with his sweat as his arm moved rapidly to block his father. The painting in his mind was cracking and it caused him to frown. He felt it break something in his chest and his concentration was slipping.

   ' No. '

   " No! "

His arm started moving faster, and his father couldn't keep up with his son. More and more cuts were making their way on his father. His frown turned into a smile and his picture was reassembled in his head. His eyes were crazed as his father started to show fear. Quinn was using his sword quickly and making cuts on his father, not giving himself to calm down as a more demonic side took him over. 

The darker side of himself, that he met in that celled room, was showing itself.

   " You can't. "

His father could barely hear his son. He could only pick up on a few words. 

   " You won't. "

The king was bleeding in large amounts, and it didn't seem like he was defending himself anymore. Quinn pulled his sword down and sliced his father's handoff, and the sword the king once held fell to the floor. The king screamed and held his hand as he backed away from his son. The sweat started to pool down his face and his king's jacket started to feel incredibly hot to him. His crown tilted on his head and seemed to almost fall off as he looked up at the monster he created. 

   " She's mine! "

Quinn raised the sword above his father and his crazed smile was one that was printed in his father's memory. Even though it was going to be short. Quinn clutched the sword and his fingers turned white, due to the strength he was using. Then in an instant, the sword was being lowered and blood was everywhere. The floor and the walls were covered in blood, matching the queen's favorite color, but staining everything. 

Quinn was breathing deep breaths and he was covered in his father's own blood. He ran his hand through his hair as he looked down at his now-dead father. The blood didn't worry him at all, and he certainly didn't care for those who stared at him. He stood up straight and noticed that some of the butlers and maids stayed to watch him kill his father. They all looked at him with fear and felt powerful.

He didn't feel like the quiet prince that he once was. He felt powerful. He turned around and started walking down the hall, still carrying the sword in his hand. 

   " Clean that up. Now! "

The butlers and maids slowly moved towards the bloody mess and Quinn walked away from them, searching for someone. You mean while sat on a soft bed as a doctor wrapped up your hand. This was the second time he had to wrap your hand. The first time the blood seeped through the stitches and the bandages. So, he had to resew your wound close and wrap your hand up again. 

What hurt the most was the alcohol he poured on it, but you withstood it, in order to get out and find Aileen. She needed to know that her son and husband were fighting. 

   " There you go. I suggest that you use your other hand from now on. If you do that then your hand will heal in no time. "

   " Thank yo-"

   " The king is dead! Prince Quinn murdered the king! " A maid yelled entering the infirmary. 

Everyone in the infirmary was shocked, and nothing was said for a few moments. Then, it was chaos. Everyone ran and tried their best to leave the room, sure the king was cruel, but in order for his son to kill him...it meant that it was going to be the same ruler. The son murdering the king was never meant to happen, even though the staff all thought it would. After he had returned from his cell quiet and crestfallen they knew he couldn't raise a sword against his father. They were wrong. 

No one knew what to do, except to leave and gather their things. Some people saw this as an opportunity to escape the castle's captivity while others saw an opportunity. A big amount of maids and butlers saw the prince as their way out and now that the king was dead, Quinn could rule and not kill them for spilling a single drop of wine. 

You, however, didn't know how to feel. Of course, the main emotion was fear, but the king was dead and you couldn't tell if it was justice or not. His own son murdered his father. The people who couldn't leave their beds cheered, while you sat on yours wondering what to do. They only stopped cheering when the door to the infirmary opened and a man stepped in.

His sword scraped against the floor, as he made his way further into the room, towards one of the beds. You looked up and saw Quinn walking towards you. He was covered in blood and his face was that of a crazed lunatic. You shook on the bed as he got closer, and he kneeled in front of you. The smile never left his face and the eyes of an insane man never disappeared. 

   " My star~ " He sang.

He dropped the sword and his hands held your bandaged one. His eyes glanced over it, as he slowly continued to get lost.

   " He hurt you realllly bad didn't he? Well, there's no need to worm about him anymore, my star. "

You noticed that his voice was at a higher pitch. It raised and lowered but it was definitely higher. His eyes traveled up your arm and connected to your eyes.

   " Because I killed him for you. "

   " Q-Q-Quinn..."

   " That look in your eyes. " he laughed, menacingly.

   " That look of fear is certainly beautiful on you. "

   " Oh, your shaking. My star are you cold? "

   " I killed him for you. I killed him for us! He was going to get in the way of our love. I defied him again and I knew if I didn't kill him he would take you away from me. "

His grip on your hand was strong and it caused your stitches to open for a second time and blood dripped from your hand into his. 

   " And we can't have that, can we? "