As promised, here comes the 8th chapter, and yes, it is rather short (more like REALLY short). I hope you'll enjoy it anyway ! :)
Less talking, more reading, now.
What's that foreign feeling boiling throughout his body ?
Anger ? Sadness ? Jealousy ?
He stares absent-mindedly at the couple bickering mere meters away from him but seemingly not noticing his presence at all. He narrows his eyes at the older man - her to-be-husband, he assumes - and clenches his jaw.
This is not what it seems to be. There's something odd underneath that facade.
She truly is cold as ice when she hides herself away behind the thick facade she has managed to build on her own for the past thirteen years. And it might not please that jerk of a prince who hasn't got a clue about anything that's happening beneath his very eyes. It seems so strikingly obvious for him that he catches his mind wondering how her future husband can not notice it.
The feeling of utter helplessness toward her situation is so unbearable. He cannot even help the one who has, albeit not completely willingly at first, given him a chance to redeem himself. Oh how he wishes he could help.
That's none of your concern, she would say.
Yet, can he merely watch her marry a man she doesn't have the slightest bit of consideration for ? A man she just met ? It's blatant he hardly likes her either. There is onlylust, and a overwhelming taste for the Crown, for undenied power and authority. How he wants to pierce his eyes right now, just so he would not see him lay thatgaze upon herever again.The boredom is clearly readable in those two blue sapphire eyes of hers as he speaks to her.
(And her life will be going to waste. It's already going straight to waste.)
"Ahem." the guard standing a few feet behind him clears his throat in a loud, unpleasant sound, reminding him that the horses won't go to their stalls by themselves.
He has no other choice but to comply. Although he'd appreciate very much to remain there and think of a solution for her hopeless situation, his powerlessness is blinding him.
I can't doanything.
As he leaves the courtyard holding the reins of the two horses in his hands, it seems that he finally notices him and he can hear the Prince asking the Queen who the fuck he is to stay dumbly listening to other people's private conversations, and he would havu spun around and told him that he was Hans Klaus Westerguard, a man who attempted regicide on his fiancée and her sister months ago, and that a private conversation should take place elsewhere but a public courtyard anyone has access to, if it wasn't for the fact he was a future King while he was nothing but a dishonored Prince become an unpaid servant, and that he would most likely throw him harshly in the dungeons.
Away from the light, away from the castle, his room, his job, away fromher.
(She'll be taken away from him, anyway.)
He keeps on walking away instead, isn't it the best thing to do ?
"That's none of your concern," he can hear her reply flatly, yet she manages to keep a not-so-cold tone.
How ironic, he muses.
"Moreover, if you wanted this talk to be private, you should've waited for us to be in the library or in the meeting room." she snaps, and turns to leave without another word.
He can hear the piercing echo of her heels on the cobblestoned ground, and when it finally dissipates, an unexpected loud shout follows, and it seems to be adressed to him.
"Hey ! You, over there !"
He freezes.
Author's Note :
Well, well...
Some man-to-man talk eheh.
Share your thoughts if you will to, it'd be gladly appreciated, along with constructive criticism
:)
I don't think I'll be continuing this story further than 10 chapters, some people asked me to but well, it doesn't really inspire me, I'm struggling to write the last chapter which should already be finished, and I truly believe this story doesn't make any sense. I'll think about it, but really, I'm not sure (if it even only matters to someone out there lol).
Love, and 'til next time !
LauraOf Arendelle