Personas

"My beautiful Queen." He whispered the last part against my lips. My glare never faltered as he let go of my hands and picked up my dagger slipping it into his suit pocket before he strutted down the hall to his room. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. My chest was heaving trying to catch some oxygen as I planned out his entire murder in my head as his figure disappeared. Why was he so infuriating? I played his words back through my head my thoughts lingering on his last words as I rubbed my wrists, the skin burning from his touch, the arsehole just had to grip them that hard? 'My beautiful Queen.'

Disclaimer I don't own harry potter or its characters only my own.