Love Agreement With The King

Sharon scoffed, "how can John love someone who is so silly and without courage?" she spat in disapproval, then she picked up the pistol and replaced it on Roselyn's hand this time with force and range.

"You survived death so now you have to kill someone because the lord of death requires so. you have to replace your death with someone else." Sharon finished to explain and then pointed at Abigail and Ginevra letting Roselyn deduce she had to decide who to sacrifice.

How could she choose between her mother and her sister? Roselyn was dazed to have to pick and Sharon could not force her to do such a thing.

"I won't choose," Roselyn said and she threw the pistol on the ground but it didn't fall, it was like glued on her hand. Roselyn's jaw dropped and she shook her head murmuring, "no, no...please" as she kept trying to get rid of the pistol but again it didn't fall either it disappeared.

Sharon laughed aloud as if the scene she was assisting was too fun and too clamorous to resist.

When Roselyn glowered at her sister Sharon recomposed herself and she managed to regain her breath when her infinite laugh finished, "you have no choice." She said wiping the tears from her eyes for having laughed out loud.

Roselyn traveled her gaze toward Abigail and her mother, pointing the pistol at the center of them, her hand began to tremble and her eyes filled with eyes. She could feel her heart racing the more she stared at her mother and her sister in the eyes.

"Roselyn, choose me." Abigail spoke, "you can't kill the person who brought you to life..." Roselyn said in a brittle voice.

Hearing Abigail's suggestion, Ginevra intervened, "no! I will die in few years any way you have to pick your sister."

Roselyn felt even more confused and unable to make a decision, she could feel goosebumps all over her skin, they both were important for her despite the tempestuous past Roselyn shared with her mother. Although she felt repressed anger in her mother's regards for never taking her side and for always siding with Sharon and never supporting her as a mother would do. Despite that, it wasn't still a plausible reason to kill her.

Killing Abigail? That was totally out of consideration, Abigail was the one who supported her and loved her. She was the closest thing to a family Roselyn had and she would never hurt her.

Roselyn felt her mouth drying and her hands tingling, signs of anxiety and stress. Whether that was a vision or reality how was she supposed to take such a decision?

"I can't." She said once again, her voice broke.

Sharon rolled her eyes once more and she scoffed, "you're so dull! How many times shall I tell you that you can't oppose?" Sharon raised her voice.

"How can someone as brave, brutally magnificent, and amazing as John loves someone so weak and funky like you?" Sharon's mere opinion didn't surprise Roselyn as she already knew how cruel she was, nonetheless her succinct tone of voice made her more furious and enraged and even more unable to make a decision.

Roselyn's hands began to tremble, even more, she blinked few times not to explode in tears as she kept staring at both her sister and her mother with a pleading sorry gaze, "I'm sorry… I am sorry.." she whispered to both of them.

They both offered her a shy smile as if somehow they were understanding her and they knew she had no other choice but to decide who to sacrifice.

How would she base her criteria to make a decision? Roselyn didn't even know how to make a rational consideration. Should she write down a list of pros and cons like women usually did when deciding which man to pick?

Roselyn had always been characterized by constant indecisiveness. Even since when she was a child and someone playfully asked her who was her favorite between her sisters she didn't even know how to answer back then and now Sharon didn't only expect her to take such a huge decision but also kill one of them?

Roselyn's hands were sweating and she could feel the cold material slipping through her hands, it would probably fall if it wasn't so magically stuck in her hands.

Roselyn gasped when finally an idea occurred to her mind, in a rush movement as she didn't want to regret her decision she spun the gun in opposite direction pointing the pistol against her forehead. She refused to take such a decision, she rather die than kill a person she loved and of the same blood.

She felt the cold pistol's tip pressing against her forehead and fear immerged her body, Roselyn narrowed her eyes and her finger positioned on the trigger. Her hand was steady and both Abigail and her mother screamed, "no!".

She took a long breath and gathered all the courage in her body before she finally pressed the trigger.

…

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nothing

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she opened her eyes confused but she was still there and … alive?

"Stupid Roselyn! It's not that easy!! I told you your life is saved so now you have to take another one back. And in case you're too dull to understand, that life can't be you." Sharon shook her head almost feeling pity for how silly Roselyn was to think she could escape from that situation so easily and play her usual card of behaving like a heroine.

Sharon snapped her fingers and Roselyn's pistol spun once again this time pointing at her mother and her sister. Roselyn was again desperate and unable to make a decision, her heart was racing even more and tightened on her chest.

Roselyn couldn't think of a way out, all her cunning decisions and solutions would probably fail and she gave up on the idea she had to take someone's life. She had to use that pistol even if it was against her values and her morals. If not maybe she would have stuck there for the rest of her life or who knew what worse things could happen.

"Alright," Roselyn said, trying to swallow the lump in her throat that was giving her voice a cracking sound.

"Oh finally!" Sharon exclaimed seeing Roselyn open her voice and assume a more tensed facial expression, her hands were still trembling as Roselyn's gaze darted between Abigail and her mother once again.

"I- I don't know what will happen...." Roselyn murmured to them both and they shutted their eyes close waiting for the final decision as if they were to the gallows.