The Dragon's Wife Chapter 12:
Shortly thereafter, Olivia requested that Seto tend to his work, as it was more important than the events of a honeymoon.
"You do not want to take a reprieve?" Seto had questioned his new wife.
"Not at the moment. I've enjoyed the spotlight for long enough. I need a tiny break from the prying eyes of reporters and photographers. Plus, your company cannot run itself. Don't worry, it's fine. We can figure out the details of this honeymoon later."
That, even though Seto had thought it strange, seemed to be reasonable to the CEO. Business did come first. Seto left early the next morning for his office, his mind dreading the piles of papers and endless phone messages that awaited him.
Olivia watched from the front step as the black stretch limo disappeared down the drive. Once out of sight, the new mistress of the house retreated to the privacy and seclusion of her room. Seto had given her an amply sized bedroom in his vast estate. It was located near his own room, but far enough away that both could indulge in secrecy if they so choose. If one was privy to this arraignment, they might think it odd for a newly married couple to seek distance. Especially if the couple involved the much desired Seto Kaiba.
Yet this was not so unusual to Olivia who had personally asked for such. Seto complied without much convincing; knowing that she still favored her privacy even after marriage. He had meant to question this interesting fact about her, but never managed to. If she went to these lengths to keep to herself, why should he interfere? Clearly there was some aspect about herself she did not want to be made public. Would he ever find out what it was that drove her to take steps away? Perhaps not. Nevertheless, Seto gave her her space and respected it.
Once secure inside, Olivia fastened the lock on her door and went towards her nightstand. Resting atop the polished piece of Brazilian Cherry furniture, was a shiny black phone. Picking up the receiver, she quickly dialed a series of numbers and waited for the person to answer.
"Hello, Mrs. Kaiba," came an older voice.
Olivia sneered at the tone. "Did you send it?"
"Hahaha! So brazen! You're no longer the young girl who used to visit. I remember a time when your large golden eyes would brighten and your smile would light up the whole room," The voice sighed.
Olivia kept silent.
"Yes it has been sent. And don't worry; I've taken the proper precautions. You know…there is a full moon next week." The voice changed to become softer, easier.
"I'm waiting."
"Your next installment will be put into your bank account. You know how to reach me if you need anything."
With that, Olivia hung the receiver.
She eased herself back onto her bed, staring at the ceiling. The proper precautions, huh? She thought. Thinking of the item in question, her heart ached. What was being shipped was the reminder that not everything is forever, no matter how beautiful the dream. Glancing at the imposing blue diamond on her finger, Olivia felt the surge of inevitability. How long will this one last
The package arrived early the next morning. It was carefully wrapped and protected in bubblewrap. Olivia had waited until Seto had gone to work before she locked herself in her room. Staring at the small parcel on her bed, she bit back the growing emotion within her. The object inside the brown box seemed a sacred relic to her. To open it casually disrespected its memory and that she would never tolerate. This item deserved every ounce of honor she could give.
Feeling her heart swell and grow heavy with memory, Olivia delicately reached out to open the box. Her soul cried to not look inside but her hand moved on its own accord. It reached in and removed a small item wrapped reverently in royal blue silk. It fit neatly in the palm of her hand, as if it had finally come home. Olivia felt her eyes tingle with tears as she gently and carefully removed the lovely fabric. On her hand was Seto's ring, glittering as the last of the silk was peeled away. The ring was the harsh reminder of her current life.
Wearing this emblem of her new life while holding onto her old one caused a familiar pain to grip her chest. This was the only thing in the world that could bring her to her knees. She could stand against diplomats and CEO's, but when faced with this precious item, Olivia was once again transported back to that terrible summer ten years prior. This was all that remained of that long ago time and she always carried it through her life since then.
When the silver metal of the item glinted in the morning light, Olivia knew her time to cry drew near. Once she saw again the perfect blue cabochon sapphire, the smooth roundness of the stone nestled securely in the body of the ancient ear-cuff did she let those hot tears fall.