Stained In His Blood

After he left from that rose garden, leaving her alone, Aereza aggressively wiped her mouth with the back of her sleeves and then looked for her sword. She found it laying on the ground. Dashing towards it, Aereza kneeled down and grabbed it. His crimson blood had stained its edge completely. Gritting her teeth, Aereza got up on her feet and stormed inside her chamber through that door from which she had come outside.

Entering inside that chamber, Aereza started cleaning her sword with her clothes. His blood disgusted her. She loathed it. She hated his closeness. She despised his very existence. Her thoughts turned so aggressive that it stopped her other senses from working. She started cleaning the sword with her bare hands. She just wanted to wipe away each and every drop of his blood. Aereza vigorously started rubbing the sword and ended up piercing her hand with it.

A hiss escaped from her mouth as soon as she felt that sharp stinging sensation on her palm. Aereza looked at her