At first he tried to escape. He spent what felt like days trying to break the glass and free himself, but it was impossible. He wasn’t corporeal anymore.
Next he tried to reach the end of the silver mist that surrounded him. Yet, no matter which direction he ran, it always led him back to the same spot. Back to the only place he could still see the world outside the mirror, and Narissa could look in on him.
He knew she was stealing his memories. The details of his past life disappeared too quickly for him to be simply forgetting. Eventually, he couldn’t even remember his own identity. But she left him the events of that night, glowing as bright and vivid in his mind as if they had just been experienced.
True to her word, now that he was in her power she brought him with her to each new castle. He was forced to act as a witness as she destroyed the lives of some new family.
Sometimes she would leave him in a dark corner, and he could at least look out at the room. Usually though, she would place him behind a curtain, so that her visits were his only escape from the colourless void of the mirror world. He used to count the days by her appearances, but eventually he lost track.
His reliance on her was the worst part of his curse. Sometimes she truly would leave him for days or weeks on end, and he would pine for her, simply because her presence was the only relief he had from the darkness.
She would always return though, to taunt him, and remind him of the power she held over his existence. Always she would ask him the same thing;
“Who is the most beautiful now?”
“You, my queen,” he would say. He had no other answer to give.
(even if they are a few nitpicks)
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