After she begged this phrase, she expected silence, instead, long-nailed fingers reached down, from a white robe, the sharp nail pushing her chin up a little, so she might see his face, and he, hers.
"What should I do that for, my besmirched beauty?" He merely asked. And she wasn't sure if the question had no good answer as to what purpose it should be that he spare her, or if it were his face that kept her to silence, but she found herself lost in it for a moment, taking in the bright red of his lips as bright as fresh blood as the stories told, and his skin as pale as snow and the flowers around him as they had said as well, and yet, no story had warned her of the length of his lashes, nor the slightness of his frame, nor the paint that circled his eyes, the black liner twisting them into a foxy expression. Nor the elegant nose with nary a hair in sight and jawline that cut away from his thin neck just barely, nor the long hair that curled around that neck, tossed losely over his shoulders.
"I would serve you." She finally spoke. "Spare me, keep me alive, and I would be your loyal servant." Service. Most men loved service. In one way or another, they loved the service of any, and sought it with great desperation, rising in ranks merely to attain this fleeting thing, as woman sought to possess, men sought to own, and thus they should never let go of the other.
But he merely smiled, there was no time from whence she spoke till he replied where she felt he was thinking, merely that he spoke the reply which first came to his head. What arrogance, no, it's confidence, confidence that nothing he spoke could be of detriment to himself, at least not here, not now. "How can I, the ghul of beauty, allow one more beautiful than myself to serve me?"
Beauty. She had grown up more beautiful than any she had seen, and thus, had thought little of it. In fact, in her life, it had been more of a hindrance than anything else. She was a gravedigger, daughter to a gravedigger, whose mother was a gravedigger, and so on and so forth, that was their craft, and gravediggers had no use for beauty. Her beautiful face was usually stained with dirt and mud, but if she desired it, she could have it cleaned and get even kings to want her. Men may have to work for their worth, but women have a chance to be born with it. She was one of those. But she had no desire to marry a king and she feared falling in love, so what use was beauty in the end for her? Her mind was blurry, her fingers fumbling round in the folds of her black cloak, until she found the little sharp knife she always carried, pulling it out, the black handle glittered a little from sweat that had caught onto it being kept so close to her body, as she pulled it up to her face. She didn't no how many cuts she had made, she lost count after the third or fourth, but she kept ripping it into the soft flesh of her face over and over until the blood trailing and purting from it has slicked her fingers into dropping the knife, and red filled her vision, and her mind was now whoozy from blood loss.
"Will you now accept the offer?"
He hasn't stopped her action, but she had caught the surprise that they had brought to his face the moment she took the dagger to her face. The way his eyes widened in disbelief left her a sort of satisfaction she rarely felt. But despite everything in the world seeming to scream at her to close her eyes, she continued to stare at him through the red staining her eyes until the man who did not hesitate to speak finally decided to stop breaking his character and spoke. "I suppose I could now, but I don't really like servants." Her eyes did not close still, even as her body collapsed from blood loss and poison. "But how can we remake the deal with you like this? And it seems rather inelegant to let you die peacefully after all that effort." He knelt down, reaching to press his hand to her chest. "Ugh, how terribly ugly." He grumbled to himself, hardly managing to not turn away from her face, as she felt something sprout into her body. Pain writhed through her, as she felt her body torn apart and rooted into the ground.