The Cold Queen's Revenge
Dream of blood

At night. Emperor Jasper could not sleep, he imagined Michelina's words. "Takhta," he murmured. He got off his bed and headed towards the front porch. Looking at the sky filled with the blur of the stars.

Suddenly, a picture appeared among thousands of stars. "Michelina." he muttered.

He looked down, looking down. The palace guards paced back and forth and alternately watched the palace. "Did you really not love me? just want the throne," he said slowly.

He went inside, laying down his body. The shadow of Michelina's face made her smile, gradually fading with her eyes.

In his dream, Emperor Jasper saw thousands of white roses. And its stinging smell. He saw the perimeter of confusion, there was only a flower bed and not far from there he saw someone sitting under an oak tree. The closer he got, the more he felt his heart racing.

Every step of the way, he felt a cool breeze that brought the fragrance of roses upon him. Emperor Jasper continued to step up, faintly listening to the stuffing of the girl in front of him who was behind him, wearing a white shirt, his hair was long unraveled down to his back. There was a strange thing that he felt, he felt the body of the girl was not foreign.

With hesitation Emperor Jasper greeted him. "Excuse me, miss." The Emperor Jasper. He wanted to ask, where he is now.

"Do you know where this is?"

There was no answer, but there was only sobbing. "Emm, miss. May I know."

The girl stood up, she turned her body. In a flash, Emperor Jasper rounded his eyes. He was surprised by the woman in front of him. His eyes were sharp and flushed like hateful blood, his tears flowing. But he saw tears of blood. Her hair was shiny black, swayed by the wind. Her clothes were snow-white with lace embroidery on her neck and waist.

"Empress,"

The woman smiled with tears of her blood. He gulped his hard spit, the woman in front of him was like a monster ready to pounce on him.

"Empress, what's wrong with you?" his feet moved forward. He continued forward, but only two steps, there was a white rose that came out of the ground with a spread, showing thorns on each stem. He was surprised, the roses should grow upwards, not spread to the ground.

"Consort, be careful." Shouted Emperor Jasper. But the woman in front of him laughed.

"It should be you who are careful, you who make me like this, you who make me cry blood. You're the one who's bleeding,"

"The Empress," cried Emperor Jasper.

"I'll make you suffer, I'll make you feel what I feel. I hate you, Emperor Jasper." His shouting.

Emperor Jasper pecked, his tears plunging instantly. Her breathing seemed to stop, "Michelina."

"You made me feel like you were the one who cut the wound." Michelina put her foot up.

"Empress, watch out." Shouted Emperor Jasper. He wanted to get close to Michelina. But his body felt hard to move. "Sir, please stop. Look at your feet," said Emperor Jasper. He cried to see Michelina's leg hurt by the thorn of the white rose. The rose changed color due to the blood of Michelina's legs.

"My heart used to be as white as this rose, my love is sincere to you." The tears of blood fell to the ground. "I changed everything just for you. And until I feel the loss."

"The Empress," Emperor Jasper moved his right hand, wanting to touch Michelina's cheek. Instead of being afraid of that blood gaze, he felt a pain in his heart. But his hand, it was very difficult to move. He tried as hard as he could. "Michelina."

Michelina got closer, until her face was only a few inches away. Michelina smiled, involuntarily moving her hand instantly redeeming the heart of Emperor Jasper with a knife. Emperor Jasper saw the knife stuck right in his left chest. "Micheelina,"

"This is how I feel every day."

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Her eyes were wide open, her tears had already come out since she saw Michelina staring at her hatred, disgust and tears of blood. Sweat was pouring around his body. Until his nightgown was wet with sweat. His breath goes up and down between fear and sadness. "Micheelina,"