The frozen crimson lake reflects the half-moon shine bestowed upon the glow of a clear moon sky. Fireflies dance around the shadowed green forest illuminating its wonders of pure delight. The romantic allure of the snow glistens as small pinches of water droplets continuously fall down each delicate leaf and vine. Such beauty, unwavering and unique. A sight for sore eyes for any artist or glowing eyes who admires beauty for what it is. But not to Tom. To him those were nothing but pieces of a painting. A few figures that contribute little to the whole landscape. Elements to conjure and project the true subject has to offer. That was she. The bewitching blossom still growing above the cold snow. The very heart in his ethereal painting. The viper to his greatest fears and desires. The poison brewed for his undoing. A person not meant to be a promise, but one he so desperately wants to keep. Despite his hatred, his fears, his desires, his defenses, his walls. Slowly toppling down for her. Because of her. She was poison. Poison. Poison. Poison that he couldn't help himself to. Poison he would destroy himself with. Poison that he would drink over and over until she becomes his cure. ༘˚⋆𐙚｡⋆.✧˚°❀⋆.ೃ࿔.*:･･:*.ೃ࿔.⋆❀° Astraea Carden Hestine. The heiress of the British Wizarding throne is about to become of age and is obliged to select her future king to secure the line of succession. Tom Riddle knew this. His desire to rise to power decided that the monarchy could be crucial for his cause, so he set up the task for his most loyal followers to wed the princess and infiltrate the kingdom under his commands However, conflict will soon arise when he starts to regret this order when he gets too close with the princess. He himself would soon become the hindrance to his own affair and conclude her to be his undoing, as long as she remains his.