The untold story of the "lady in the painting"

"My heart to soon made glad??!""Happy, cheerful and flirtatious nature, well at least i know how to have fun!"
"How dare you, you old, smelly bastard, like you did not have women on the side too!" No, not women. Girls, you fooled around with only to find yourself bored whit them after stealing their innocence!"

She was standing behind a hidden door in the dark castle, looking into the room where her husband was entertaining his guests with a enormous fresco of her. She had posed for what seemed like years for that painting, her mind collecting more and more dust for every single time. How she hated that painting, it stood for everything she despised and everything her husband cherished. For he did cherish her, as she had cherished him once.
When she first laid eyes on him, she became mesmerised by his eyes. There was something wild and untamed behind the blue brightness, which she instantly felt drawn to. He had been beautiful and when he laid eyes on her she had felt like the luckiest girl in the world, for that was what she was when they met - a girl. Her body and mind were still innocent, until she met him. He had taken that away from her, he had stolen it. He had extinguished the fire that burned inside of her, which she had fought so hard to keep. He had taken her life from her, leaving her an empty shell only to find her beauty fading every day.
She could feel the bitterness an hatred building inside her every waken moment, like the fire once had.

As she stood there behind the wooden wall, listening in on something that was not meant for her ears, she chose which side to stand on. She could no longer stand her husband and his heavy breathing on her face and neck every night when they shared a bed, leaving her feeling empty and like a piece of meat. She would have to be quick about it before he would turn on her as he had done his former wife.
Tonight, when the castle will fall silent and all that is heard it the heartbeat of a woman and the very last breath of the castle.

Night came and her husband visited her bed, as he did every night. Although he lay on top of her breathing heavily, she did not flinch. She felt a strange calm run through her body, a convincing feeling telling her she had made the right choice. She lost track of time, evening turned into night and the castle was eerie still. Her husband was still in her bed, fast asleep, his eyelids moving slightly as he was dreaming.
She went to a cupboard where three bottles were hiding in the back. The bottles were filled with a golden thick liquid, which she knew would close the gaping whole in her heart. Slowly she pored the liquid around the bed, she soaked the soft linens and her husband until there was nothing left. She went to the fire burning at the window, picked up a burning piece of wood. Slowly she turned around, takeing one last look at the man she had once almost loved, who had taken her life away from her and left her with wrath roaming inside of her. She could feel the revenge inches away, all she had to do was take one step and let the piece of wood fall. She took a deep breath, she did not look but her body moved. Suddenly she felt an insane warmth hit her face and body, she heard the fire screaming and demanding more, and then she heard it. She heard her now burning and dying husband scream for his life, begging for mercy, begging for his life to be spared. She did not move, she felt at peace. She watched as his flesh started to burn and turn blackened, a disturbing smell filled the room and her nostrils. For the first time in a very long time she felt free. Just before he felt silent she looked into his bright blue eyes one last time, her tormentor was gone from this world.

She smiled and felt the fire in her return...




Malene....