Flower maiden (blodeuedd83) wrote,
Flower maiden

Flash Fiction entry #45

Amy C over at Romance Book Wyrm and Dottie over at Tink's Place
have come up with the idea for a Monday Morning Flash Fiction challenge. Each Monday a new picture prompt will be posted and if you choose to participate - you post your story on Friday - 350 words, give or take. 

Death's Bride
by Blodeuedd

It was not as the decision had been hers. No, she was young, beautiful and a virgin. Many parents tried not to conceive during the years they knew a maiden would get chosen from but she had been a fluke, a mistake. She had been born and her parents had tried their best to raise her and get her a husband. Which had worked fine too when she got married at 14, 2 years before the choosing would take place. But what they had not counted on was the war and her husband’s unwillingness to lie with her. Then he had died and now she was still a maiden and still the most beautiful woman in the village. She had no choice when the message of Harold’s death came 3 months before the choosing. She had tried to find a husband but no luck, and she could not marry before the mourning period was over either. This was then what her life had in store for her, death. Death by the man who came from the skies every 16th year to claim a virginal bride. He had already seen the Chosen ones and picked her. All that was left for her was the wait. She could not take her life either as she was guarded night and day while her mother cried outside her window.


Sometimes the man killed at once and let the bodies rot on the steps. Sometimes he took the women with him. All these things were going through her mind when she slowly walked up the steps, dressed in black to welcome the Ever Darkness. She dared not to look at him as the slipped down into a curtsy and heard his breath near her neck.

“You are quite beautiful,” he said and lifted her chin. She opened her eyes and looked upon his fair form in surprise. He stood tall, dressed in the most beautiful clothes she had ever laid her eyes upon. His black wings were folded around him and his black hair looked like the finest silk. His face was serene and his eyes like two pools she could drown in. She had never seen such beauty on a man, or a woman. She did not know it could exist. He lifted her up and she held on for dear life. Her mind was slowly going to a mush, she only knew that she loved him and wanted to please him, with every drop of blood and flesh her body had.

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