Help me dear husband

Queen Monica paced about over and over...to and fro....king Philip was rather not disturbed as he focused his eyes on the parchment he was holding in his hands...he held it up so they could be on same level with his eyes ...his dagger eyes where just so focused on it that the parchment was scared of being set ablaze with those eyes....that's if the parchment had a soul or a thinking faculty...but it doesn't...as long as the lord was motionless with eyes glued to the parchment...the lady was uneasily pacing...I bet her feet were becoming sore with the way she halted now ....the expression on her face like she was gasping for air but wasn't

"hi mister myth. .why wouldn't you say something?"the lady...queen Monica thundered at the husband .. anybody would have flinched in dread but just not this man...this lord was so used to these expressions from his wife that he could bet his life on it. if she doesn't yell at someone like this in an hour she might probably die...but he's just not the one to give her that terrified expression she wanted...he was too busy figuring himself out

"oh Monica ...why bother me when you have the ring?"he nonchalantly said.... Monica's mouth dropped as if salivating...she didn't see that coming...her husband usually might just fake a worried cloak as an aura around him to make her feel better...but what is this?who is this? what did he mean by that? why doesn't he care?...these questions were eating her up far faster than the situation at hand...she threw her long legs across the floor...in a rather fast rhythm to reach out to him ...she stressed her hands forward and poked his back with her pointer finger... even more devastating was that the lord seemed to have expected that...the way he sat so not bothered about his wife's plight

"oh come on Philip...use your powers"she begged...not trying to dwell on the worry swelling at the pit of her stomach because of this not caring attitude of this husband of hers

"what should I do Monica?"he asked...this time lowering the parchment...he placed it on the bed side table and turned to her... giving her the full attention she craved for... and then he continued..."you put your daughter into this mess. .you knew she didn't want to get married....at least not the way you did...now she's gone missing... and even soul bonded a slave..."

"don't sound like I did such a bad thing"Monica rolled her eyeballs and pushed her arms into a fold"it's traditions...I'm not like you who thinks traditions can be changed...do you even know what disadvantage that would bring... especially to us blood sucking deities"

lord Philip only heaved a sigh... like he knew his wife always found a way to escape everything...and never let her name be dragged to the mud...

he got up as peaceful as he could... managing his mood swings and never letting anyone evident in his expression...he reached out for the door knob and pulled it but the door remained unmoved...he sighed and turned to Monica ...

"you're going to keep me lucked up here and do your bidden? that still wouldn't take you anywhere Monica"he said nonchalantly as ever... Monica's Expression turned to that of apology..plea and desperation...."I just need your help Philip"she responded quite defensive... Philip pinched the flesh between his brow...as they knotted..his head slightly bowed facing the rusty yet shinny floor of the room and he stood akimbo

"I can't help you ....can't you see...use your ring....or has it suddenly turned powerless....?..tell me so I can start skimming my plan on how fast to kill you"he responded his expression as if he just said..'.a bicycle had wheels' ... Monica hissed...not actually alarmed....if there was something she wasn't deceiving herself about was that everyone wanted to kill her... probably take their revenge and her husband wasn't an exception

"why won't you understand a thing?"she complained too... Philip only brushed his hand through his hair and turned back to the door knob as if begging it to open and then back to her.."what should I understand...?that you're doing a good job in killing our daughter...?well yes I perfectly understand"he ranted this time around.. loosing every bit of resolve...

Monica's eyes narrowed...this argument was pointless obviously...she never wins such with this lord...as long as he wasn't interested then he wasn't...and when had he ever been interested in helping her out even?

"you can go out now"she said... reluctantly and as if raising a white flag yet still begging for his help through her looks...but the lord didn't bother looking at her or standing a mili second longer...he left the room