A Calmer Today

I saw it in his eyes. I wasn't sure about his fate if he ever stepped back into Narvyia, but his expression sealed it for me. That look of hate, the truth washing over him as I selfishly smirked in his hurt.

Not in the slightest do I know my spouse, but I hate him. I hate where he comes from, his actions and his insolence.

"Pardon me" I speak as I walk away from him, tearing my palm from his grasp. Walking deeper into my fortress in the halls as I hear footsteps behind me. Hurrying behind me as I sigh noticing who it is.

"If you intend to annoy me I suggest you find a more educational hobby" I suggest as I turn back to him as he suddenly stops in front of me, his eyes lingering on mine. "Perhaps one that take up most of your time" I continue as his blank face fades into anger.

"How do you know?" He ask me as I smile at his careless assumption.

"How could I not? It takes no more than a child to know your situation, a man pledged to serve his kingdom fails. Such man can no longer show his face in his kingdom again, unless dead!" The words slipping out of my mouth without any hesitation.

"I am only in this situation because I chose to spare your life!" He reminds me

"That is still a reason I would like to hear" I say, standing closer to him, "Men are selfish, what was your reason for sparing me? How could my life benefit yours?" My questions continue as he takes my wrist into his hand.

"The same blood that is in you regulates throughout my body, is that not reason enough?" He musters up another excuse as I sigh.

"No man, no child is that good. You lie to me like I have no mind" my blood boils as he continue to dance around the question. "I know how much blood you have on your hands, not in the slightest vicinity of clean and virtuous" I admit, his eyes looking into mine with pure disgust, his grasp growing tighter.

"I know of no woman as vile as you!" He spits back as I smirk, pulling my petticoat of my gown up.

"You have no idea just how vile I can be" I assure him, unraveling my dagger from my petticoat and holding it to his stomach.

"You shall kill me?" I shrug at his offer, "How clean will that make you?" His question makes me stifle a chuckle. I knew I couldn't do it, my kingdom would not care and this would most likely solve the council's problem. I could not bring myself to kill him, I knew I couldn't after what I did in my past, the memories still haunting me.

"I'd still look freshly polished compared to you" I continue, my blade slowly piercing him deeper, almost breaking the skin.

"You certainly didn't marry me for love, contentment and peace. You only did it for power, conserving the little you have" he strikes something within me.

I contemplate it, I want to do it, but I cannot.

As he turns around to walk away from me I can no longer hold my urges. Dagger slumped in my palm and I throw it. He pauses tensing up and looking at me, my glare continuing as I make sure he sees it. The dagger sticking out from the wall, inches away from his eye.

"It is no secret people see me as weak, but it is a honor for them to see me at all. A privilege, taking in your sight." I tell him, "Don't mistake that as a whole, sight is a weary thing. I can take it from anybody I want! Whether it's with my own hands or one of my knights. No blood on my hands." I warn as he looks at me with more hatred than in that cell as I clean in hands off.

"You are diabolical" he calls me as I smirk to him.

Walking nearer to him, "Make no mistake, you are correct, this is no marriage of love, peace or even contentment. This is a marriage of price, a marriage of burden, enemies and foes bound by god. I do not, and will not have my heart ever attached to yours. I will never love you, never tolerate you and the hate in my heart will only grow just as yours." I confess as his stare intensifies, "I will not play this game, not when I am queen" angrily I storm off, back to the ball.

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Looking back to where she stood in disbelief. My eyes tired as I look to the wall, the dagger pultruding a small reminder of her anger.

Sighing and retreating to my quarters. I did not fear her, instead I listened.

Opening my door and joining the darkness of my room as I light a candle, illuminating the room as I continue walking to the window.

"She is crazed!" My judgment erupts as I chuckle, looking to the solemn sky this evenings. "I miss you my darling Eliza, almost more than air itself" the mention of her name pierces my heart. "I love you" I remind myself as with the night sky I decide I have had enough for one day and head to my bed.

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"My queen" I am gracefully approached as I put my hated to the side and oblige my hands presence. "The fall festival is almost finished, done within the next week. Can we expect a appearance?"

As I nod my head to the question, "Of course, how could I ever neglect the festival?" As I look to my advisor to note, hearing the hurried scribbles as I turn back to the Lady Verns

"We would love to see the King and Queen there, looking like the prestige rulers. The union finally complete, that is until you are with child" Lady Verns pushes as I nod my head to her demands.

"A child will be the ultimate result of this union" my confidence in my ability shakes my head at my promise.

"Unless? ...….you cannot" Her doubts emerge. "The Queen in Feurosburg could not produce a child with the King. Failing and almost gone, their kingdom is almost dead, leaving it vulnerable. Narvyia must have it on its map." She explains to me, "I hope you can carry a child, it'd be a shame if you were just as barren as your-" she tries to continue as I stop her.

"Lady Vern, I mean with all dignity if you wish to insult or comment on the misfortune of any of my family members, stop!" I tell her as she shrugs me off, "I will have the next heir of Ophela with no problem if I may add" I reassure her as I leave the ball, the music, people and sound ceasing at my immediate exit.