Easily playing, never bat an eye

Liar. The only word that would run through your head. You put your finger to your lips, thinking over all of the past histories. The youngest prince becoming the king by cruel tendencies. How interesting. Very peculiar, very new. Of course, you enjoy working for the newest troubled king, but how much longer can he truly play the role he's sitting in?

Weeping and posing, another perfect alibi

Only the reds seemed to sympathize with him. The silvers, they knew. Of course. Silvers are smart. They see past Merandus'. You can see past everything about that, for you can spot out any lie anybody tells. It's a fun game you enjoy playing. That's why the silvers are your favorite people to hang out. They lie more than they breathe. 

Every day lonely, I'd rather play a game

"How are you doing today?" You ask, leaning your pelvis against Maven's desk. Your blood, a soaking color of red, appears silver with the constant makeup you allow yourself to apply. Maven, with his tired blue eyes, doesn't fake a smile for you today. You love hanging around Maven. He's the one who you can find lying the most. You never call him out, you just think about them. You think long and hard.

Looking at you now, yes and even you

He doesn't reply after a second. He learns. He thinks about what he truly feels, and thinks about how to convey that perfectly to you. He knows you can read the truth, that's the only reason he keeps you around. Somehow, your presence is a freedom to him. It reminds him not to get caught up in his mind. With you, he knows what about him is made up.

Couldn't be more fun to party and scream

"How are you doing~" you repeat in a more singing matter. "Relaxing? You look like you need some of that," you tease. His mind crunched for the morning makes him wave you off. You see on his desk are multiple opened letters scrambled together and an untouched plate of food. 

You walk to his side of the desk, resting a single hand on his shoulder softly.

"Say awww~" you coo as you lift up a piece of bacon, pointing it towards his mouth. You remember Maven doing this to you when he was a child, always choosing to feed you over himself. That was when he was small before he got his mother's mind. He probably doesn't even remember.

Maven looks you in the eyes, and you stop to smile. 

"Stop that," he takes the piece of bacon from your fingers and puts it in his mouth. At least he ate it. That's all that matters. 

My, oh my, oh walk your way to me

"I'm just trying to help you," the truth comes from your lips. He huffs harshly, not falling into your trap. You admire him for that. Stop it, your mind tells you, you aren't helping. You mentally hit yourself in the head, quickly standing up. This is so stupid. 

"You don't have to leave," Maven lets out. You blink, not looking at him. Was that a lie? You honestly can't tell. Maybe it's both a lie and the truth. Is that possible? Stop getting in your own head, not everything is about truth and lies. No, no no. This is what it's like to be a silver. Everything is about truth and lies.

Why, oh why, oh hurry up and leave

"You're lying," you lie. You turn around, shaking as you leave his private office. The silvers watch as you walk by, obviously distressed. You can't hide from them. You can't hide from what you are trying to become.

And again I come to see, I've been a very bad girl

"Silver is not a personality type nor a royal status, it's a blood color," Maven says, watching you as you fix your makeup. He sits in the red comfort chair you have in the corner of your room, it now having a purpose.

"Silver is a personality! Have you ever met a nice, emotional silver?" You press, turning around the stare at him. He's wrong. Even though he's telling the truth, it still feels like he's lying. You know you're right. He knows you're wrong.

"You're stereotyping," he points out as he stands up. Think the fuck not you trick ass bitch.

"It's not stereotyping if it's true!" You fight back. 

Dreaming in color, burned it in my mind

"Listen to me," he grabs your wrist. Your body is forced to turn to him and he squeezes your hand, "you're wrong." Those are his finals words. They are the truth. You didn't care that your wrist developed a new color of pink, you cared about the storm in his blue eyes. You're mad because I'm right, you want to reply. That's how a silver would reply.

"I'm sorry," you respond. He lets go of your wrist. He doesn't say anything, just shakes his head. 

He thinks he's so different, doesn't he? He's just like his mom, how different can he be?

Well, I was chosen to burn inside

"You're still my friend, right?" You ask him one day. He looks up at you from the letter in his hand, his mind in deep thought. 

"Of course," with that, you heard his voice when he was a child. You heard the truth, even if it didn't feel right to you. You smiled for him, but inside you questioned what his words meant. Being friends is good, right? It's better than him hating you. A part of you wants to feel... more, though. Will you always be a friend? Why does it matter so much to you? 

Now 

Crawling, crawling out tonight and see

Nobody likes to tell you anything. That's something you learned. You don't really like to know what's going on, anyways. Being a silver is too problematic. So when you heard Maven was leaving for the Lakelands with both Mare and Evangeline by his side, you expected the worst. You didn't ask because you knew Samson would just laugh. You didn't want to go through that, especially not with somebody like him. 

You spent your time cleaning up Mavens room for him and even organizing his office. It's the nicest thing you can do for being so unintentionally rude. Honestly, you don't think about the words you've said, it couldn't matter less. What has been said has been said. But that doesn't mean Maven doesn't repeat them in his head every day. How are you supposed to know if he does or not?

Everyone up scrambling to the beat

And when he came back, all of the servants scrambled for their lives. You were curious. You didn't run down the hall to see him. You imagined doing so, though. You imagined jumping into his arms as he spins you around. That's silly. And a pain.

You thought about waiting right by his door for him. But what you ended up doing was following the servants to the entrance of the estate, waiting for Maven to show himself to you.

Easy easy, envy all you need

All you saw was a girl. A beautiful girl, one obviously not from around here. This is unbelievable. You can't breathe. Something is wrong. Why is she here? Why is she so pretty? Her skin was dark and her hair was flowing like a stream. Outrageous. That's what this is. 

Why are you burning on the inside? You feel like coughing, you feel like ripping out your heart. Why is the weight inside of your chest not going away?

Dancing on without a clue, she's been a very blind girl

Of course. Why else would he go to the Lakelands? How have you been so blind all of this time? 

You turn your back on him, walking down the hall back to your own room. You wonder if he's even going to notice how clean everything is. Will he notice all of your hard work? Or is he too busy with his new bride? 

What's done has been done. Stop dwelling on it. You walk into your room, closing the door behind you. Did Maven miss you? Is he thinking about you? Waiting to see you again?

Three and just don't be it, barely breathing out a sigh

You look out of your open window. Why were you made to burn? Is this fair? Is this karma? 

You look at the large area of trees, wondering if the Lakelands are in this direction. Maybe you can fly away to another land if you try hard enough. Flying away sounds fun, doesn't it? The air in your face as you leave everything behind, only for everybody to leave you behind as well.

You caught me before I could try

"(Y/N)," Maven said, concern in his tone. He wrapped his hands around your waist, pulling you from the window's ledge from which you balanced on. He squeezed you against his chest until he knew you were safe. His hands, as warm as fire, burned into your skin as you tried to get out.

I'm shivering slowly, raise a foot to leave

"Let me go," was your weak response for help. He doesn't reply, only dragging you deeper into your room. When you were far enough from the window, he lets you go, turning you around and grabbing you by the shoulders. His heartbeat is fast as he stares you in the eyes.

Find me, find me love, I'm on my knees

"What?" You ask, searching his face for something other than concern. You escape his grasp, sitting on the softened floor while he mimics your movements. Your head is fuzzy, you can see but you can't process it. It feels like you can't breathe. What are you?

Reach a hand but pricks me until I bleed

Maven holds you close, his warmth keeping you safe. His hands go in your hair as he strokes down your locks. You don't cry. You just stare at the ground, not being able to think.

"I'm sorry," he whispers in your ear. You blink. Silvers... so stone-hearted and practical. They can't apologize, right? Are silvers capable of doing so? 

You look up at him, staring into his eyes. 

We'll again come play the game...tomorrow no one has to know

He grabs your face, pulling you into a kiss you'd never expect. Somehow, inside, you feel complete. Like this is the moment you've lived your life to be in. It's perfect. It lasted shortly, but it was worth every single millisecond.

He pulled away, slowly. He opened his eyes before staring into yours.

"Thank you," you whisper. He smiles, letting out a small laugh. You laugh with him before pulling him into another kiss.