Adam was seated at the edge of her bed watching her rest for the last fifteen minutes. Her even breathing and her peaceful repose told him she was heavily sedated. After her failed attempt to plunge his sword into her heart, she was inconsolable and somewhat hysterical. She was crying and tremendously upset as Adam carried her inside the palace for the doctor to treat her wound.
Adam sighed and ran the tip of his finger on a few strands of Teela's fiery red hair spread on the pillow. He brushed the few wayward strands away from her face before covering both her hands in his. Her hands were cold as ice and he wondered if it was a metaphor of her feelings for him. If only his love could melt the cold engulfing her heart.
He was still upset with her for trying to hurt herself. He had been extra cautious not to scratch her with his sword during their spar and she attempted to deliberately harm herself. He was so mad this afternoon he could slap her. Good thing the doctor immediately gave her something to calm her down as soon as he saw how out of control she was.
Was she irreparably miserable that she wanted to end her life in frustration? Was it highly intolerable to be married to him or was it just totally unacceptable to lose a match to him?
It pained him to see the blind fury he read in her eyes after she lost. He used to dream when he was a young boy that he and Teela would happily rule Eternia one day. Alas that dream may not eventuate into reality, Adam sighed sadly.
He lovingly drank her beauty as she lay in peaceful slumber, memorizing every delicate feature of her face, tracing the tip of his index finger along the contours of her face.
It was a difficult decision but one he must do he believed. Though it broke his heart, it may be wise to personally visit the neighboring kingdoms to surge alliance against invaders like Skeletor in order to give Teela some time alone for her to think things over and eventually adjust to her new position as Queen of Eternia. The news of their marriage may have been bolt from the blue.
He brushed her soft lips with his tenderly, lingeringly, imbibing the feel, the taste, the scent of her cherry kiss.
I love you, Teela. And if upon my return you still have not learned to love and accept me then I shall give you your freedom.
"It's time to go. They are waiting your majesty."
With reluctance, Adam released Teela's hands which he'd been affectionately keeping warm with his own and stood up from Teela's bed to face his future father-in-law and right hand man who just came into the room.
Man-at-Arms had no doubt about the love Adam had for his daughter. He had been observing him from the doorway for sometime before he had made himself known. Men were often quiet and inexpressive with their thoughts and feelings and no doubt King Adam was no different from the lot but his gentle actions and the ardent look in his eyes as he gaze at Teela revealed his deepest emotions. And why after a long arduous sword match had Teela not endured a scratch except the one she induced herself on her shoulder?
He could not ask for a better husband for her beloved daughter. If only Teela could see King Adam through his eyes then maybe she could give him her love.
"Take care of her, Duncan. Two months may just as well be two years..." said Adam quite sadly.
"Two months will be over in a blink of an eye, your majesty. All the wedding preparations will be done by the time you return," reassured Man-At-Arms.