General POV

Cora laid in bed the night before her wedding. A day that before a few weeks ago, she had never even pictured happening, especially to someone she cared about as much as William. She loved him.

Tears fell freely from her tired eyes as she knew that tomorrow would be their last day together. She would have to make love to him, then kill him. How cruel and twisted was her uncle to force this upon her? To finally be with of the man she loved, then forced to take his life? It was to much to bare.

I can't do this.

The words stabbed her over and over again, not allowing her a moments peace from her own demons.

She sat up, opening her eyes to the complete darkness. The cool midnight breeze rolled into her chambers through a opened balcony door.
The natural sounds of the night calling to her. The fresh air seemed inviting, as if begging for her company.

She stood up, walking through the darkness in nothing but her Night slip. The smallest of snowflakes landed on her dark hair as she stood on the balcony. If she could feel anything besides the raging guilt, she might have been cold.

I can't do this

She placed her hands on the rails, looking over the edge. new horrific thoughts filled her as she debated on whether or not she could survive such a long fall.

She swallowed. Was she really thinking such things?

She didn't want to die, nor did she believe in taking her own life. She was a proud, strong willed woman, but she couldn't live with herself if she killed him, her heart wouldn't let her.

She thought of all her loved ones.

Her mother whos smile could brighten the darkest days. Her her arms tender, and loving as she held her through the darkest nights.

James, the one man in her life who loved her from childhood, stuck by her, and never asked for anything in return. She could depend on him for anything, and he would always be there for her.

Beth, her most trusted and loyal friend. Her eyes always so bright beaming blues of happiness for the world to see. She did her best to make Cora's life as enjoyable as possible given her circumstances, but never failed to bring a smile to her face.

Even Norman, who's love for William was so strong that he'd give his life for him without a second thought, a trait that a skilled Warrior like her could very much admirer.

William, oh William. She couldn't even bare to think of him. She wasn't strong enough to.

She started hyperventilating, knowing that They all would miss her, cry for her. Would they understand that it was for them? They had to, she had no choice. She never had any choices.

"I'm sorry," She spoke up to the havens once she gathered enough courage. The nights sky held up a canvas full of stars. "I can't kill him, please understand." She spoke tearful as the words burned her throat. "I cant let my friends die over my love for one man" she was now speaking through large breaths, tears falling to her lips, the taste of salt on her tongue. "Lord forgive me." She pleated, hoping he would see this as a warrior's death.

Breaths came and went as she gathered the strength to step up onto the balcony railing. Her thin black slip blowing in the crisp Nighy breeze. Her bare feet balance on the thin snowy edge with skill as she looked down with frightened determination.

Instead of leaping off however she found herself being grabbed from behind, arms pulling her back onto the balcony surface.
Normally she would have protested, wiggling her way out her her assailants grasp. However, She could recognize his smell, his arms, and his gentle touch anywhere. William.

"Love," he whispered into her hair as he held onto her from behind, caringly  "What were you doing?" He asked, concern lacing his voice.

He knew.
He knew that she couldn't do it, wouldn't go through with killing him. James said she would, but he knew better. Something inside told him that tonight he needed to be with her, and he were right. His heart nearly stopped at the sight of his dark haired princess standing out above the thin rail. She cared for him so much that she would rather die then hurt him.
He held her tightly, afraid to ever lose her as he almost just had.

Cora could hardly breath. She had just escaped death by near seconds.

"Getting air," She lied. Her voice shaken, barely understandable. She leaned into him fully, welcoming his comforting embrace.

"On top of the ledge?" He asked even though he knew she were putting on a show. She couldn't know that he knew of anything that was going on. It would jeopardize the safety of his plan for tomorrow.

"Practice," She breathed. "You know, warrior training and such."

"Of course," he faked. "I am sorry I interrupted you.

"No!" She spoke frantic, tuning around in his arms, now facing him. "I am done," she clenched his shirt, afraid that he might leave her to her own thoughts.

She still wanted to go through with it. Wanted to plummet to the hard stone garden floor below. But now? In his warm embrace, It could wait a few more moments.

He pulled her close, resting his chin on her head. She was built and strong shaped, her muscles from years of combat relaxing into his. He held her tightly, not wanting to ever let go.

"I'm sorry," She spoke softly, lifting her head to meet his eyes.
William was arrogant at the surface, and she dislike him at first but once she caught a glimpse of the real him there is no denying that he was a kind-hearted and gentle man. He didn't deserve this.

"Princess," He spoke, his voice entailing that she had absolutely nothing to be sorry about, which made her feel even worse as she pulled away from him.

"You must be tired William," She spoke. "Our big day is tomorrow after all." She smiled, though it seemed forced. 

William didn't loosen his grip on her as she tried to pull away, instead he pulled her closer, picking her up bridal style. He carried her warm body over to the bed, only now noticing how bare his future wife was.  Her black slip soft against his hands, her arms rapped around his neck gently.

For the first time that night she cracked a genuine smile up at the devilishly handsome prince that picked her up as easily as she would a child. Her set her down gently in bed, pulling the covers over her cold, exposed body. He smiled down at her through the darkness, bending down to kiss her forehead, her nose and lastly her delicate lips. She opened her mouth inviting him in, but he simply smiled against her lips, then pulled away. It was only one more night, he could wait.

He reluctantly turned from her, then made his way towards the door. 

"William," She called out before he could close the door.

"Yes?"

She smiled at him, sitting up in the bed so he could see her better. "I love you." The words slipped through her lips though she did not regret them. She couldn't believe that she had almost ended her life without telling him those three words that meant so much to her.

He stood there, taking her in. She had said it so softly, sincerity behind each word.  He shook his head, letting out a chuckle, confusing the Strong, but passionate princess. "Why did you have to go and do that?" He asked as he shut the door behind him, sealing them both inside.

She watched him with curiosity as he made his way to the bed, purposely at a slow pace to leave her in wonder. He walked to the opposite side of the bed before laying down beside her, crawling under the covers fully clothed.

Without question he gently guided her head and shoulders to lay on him, her dark hair sprawled out across his chest. She smiled, scooting her entire body over to his so that she were firmly pressed against his side.
"I love you to Princess," He whispered, circling her back with his fingers. He could feel her cheeks rising up into a smile on his chest, the cute notion warmed his heart.

"This is very unconventional," She spoke after some time as they cuddled.

"We are not exactly normal, your highness," he joked, making light of they're Supernatural capabilities.

"True, but it is technically a new day, our wedding day." She turned her head up to him.  "People have told me it's bad luck for the bride to see the groom before the ceremonies begin."

This caused him to laugh, her body moving along with him. He found the horrible situation they were in to be sadly humorous. "We are not the luckiest pair to begin with darning," he continued to laugh lightly at the irony.

She smiled, "I guess you are right. No point in bothering in boring Traditions" She snuggled closer to his warm body, enjoying the feeling of his close proximity. She wished they could stay like this forever.

Somewhere between more sets of jokes she slipped away into the pleasant darkness, leaving all of her problems at bay as they held each other through the night.

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It's been way to long, I'm sorry.

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