The Crown Prince's Love

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It was a celebration and it was all for Desmond.

It was his birthday and he was smiling and everyone was there, gathered in a joyous celebration.

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Everything that I have ever wanted was right in front of me.

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The screen in front of me was showing a news headline about Desmond. Our pictures were pasted on the screen and they were announcing us being the royals. It was not what I had expected to see. Everyone who was against us was smiling at us and it felt surreal that I had to pinch myself to make sure that was not dreaming. Everywhere I looked, there were smiles, genuine and radiant, as friends, family, and our society came together to honor Desmond.

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I was standing beside Desmond smiling since the world had finally agreed to our bond. I grabbed his hand and rubbed it gently.

Amid the jubilant celebration, everything suddenly froze, as if time itself had been arrested. I stood there, perplexed, my voice caught in my throat. My surroundings turned eerily silent and everyone who was laughing a moment had stopped.

Even Desmond's hand that I held tightly had become stiff. I let go of his hand and rubbed my eyes.

"Hello? What's happening?" I cried out, my voice echoing in the frozen moment. Panic was no response, just the unnerving laughter that echoed through the room.

I rubbed my sweaty hands together and continued looking around me. Suddenly, darkness engulfed the frozen room and I gasped shifting backward. I felt a surge of panic rising within me, a desperate need to understand, to break free from this inexplicable nightmare.

"Please, tell me what's happening!" I pleaded, my voice trembling with curiosity.

A voice, sinister yet controlled, cut through the darkness, sending a chill down my spine. "Watch," it commanded.

I strained my eyes in the darkness, trying to discern any form or movement. The darkness dissipated abruptly, replaced by an eerie purple glow that enveloped the room. I blinked in confusion, trying to make sense of my surroundings. Before me stood a surreal scene, the room cast in shades of purple, vibrant yet unsettling.

In the center of the room, I saw myself seated on a bed, cradling a baby in my arms. A surge of emotions flooded through me as I observed the tender scene unfold before my eyes. Beside me sat Desmond, his gaze fixed on the child, a smile adorning his face. Our eyes met, and we shared a smile. "he looks so much like you," he said to me and I laughed.

"He looked like both of us." my other self replied Desmond.

I suddenly felt a chill and when I looked around me, I noticed that the voice was starting to sound again. "This could be your future with Desmond," it intoned ominously.

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My heart clenched in fear as I remembered where I had heard the voice. It was Hecate's voice. "No, that's not real! Lies!" I shouted hoping to break out of the illusion that had surrounded me.

"She's gaslighting you!" I reminded myself.

"Get out of my head!" I yelled, trying to push away the disturbing projection before me. The vision, though seemingly serene, felt like a suffocating weight pressing down on my chest. "I know you are Hecate and this is one of your stupid tricks!" I yelled at her. "I know what you are trying to do! You want to turn me into a fool right!" I screamed at her.

"You can never escape me, Randy. I'll always find you, for you bear my mark," Hecate's voice echoed in my head. "I will always find you!" she repeated.

"Disappear! Leave me alone!" I pleaded at the top of my lungs hoping to get away from the nightmare.

"Only when you wake up will I fade," it jeered, sending chills down my spine.

In a sudden and unsettling turn, i came face to face with Hecate taking the form of Desmond. My heart skipped a beat, the sight jarring me to the core. The distorted image of Desmond, manipulated by this sinister presence, felt like a violation of everything sacred to me. It reminded me of the fantasy and I hated that I was seeing how she was using Desmond's body knowing that I couldn't do anything about it. Before I could comprehend what was happening, she snapped her fingers and we were suddenly transported to an unfamiliar street, I saw myself opposite the road standing holding a delicate flower, engrossed in a conversation on the phone.

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Across from me, Desmond was about to cross the road.

"Happy Birthday!" I shouted to Desmond, waving with a genuine smile. Desmond waved back at me and started crossing the road. A black truck appeared out of thin air, hurtling towards him at an alarming speed. My breath got caught in my throat as I looked closely at the truck. Time seemed to slow to a frightening crawl as the truck collided with him, sending him horrifyingly flying through the air.

I gasped and tried to move forward but I couldn't. My heart started racing in my chest as I feared that the worst thing had happened and it did happen. My other self dropped the phone and flower in his hand rushing to meet Desmond who was covered up in his pool of blood. He was bleeding out nonstop and I tried so hard to move forward but instead, I remained where I was unable to move.

"What did you do!" I screamed at her. "what the hell did you do!"

She laughed and then walked around me I felt her hand around me. "I warned you didn't I," she tutted and then pointed forward. "Desmond will truly die on the day of his birthday," she hissed, her words laced with a chilling certainty that pierced through the unfolding tragedy.

My heart beat hard against my chest as I couldn't imagine that happening to Desmond. "I thought you said that he couldn't die! You said it yourself."

She laughed. "oh did I?"

It felt like a cruel twist of fate, the looming specter of Desmond's impending fate casting a pall over everything.

The world around me seemed to blur as the words reverberated, a suffocating reality closing in on me. No matter what we did, something was going to come against us, and we wouldn't be able to fight it. "what the hell do you want from me? Why are you punishing me like this!"

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