Unconditionally

The Celebration

Charles stood waiting impatiently for Madeleine to walk through the door of the celebration with his wife glued to his hip. Very much to his dismay. He hated his mother and Narcisse for making him marry her, hated that they took the option of marrying the young queen away from him. It was clear that Amelie wouldn't be letting him out of her site, or even near the woman she was so jealous of. And had every right to be, because deep down she knew it and he did to that Madeleine would always come first. Married or not. He loved her and the love for her would never go away. Charles was lost deep in thought until a sweep of gasps made its way around the room. He looked over at the door, and he could see quite why they all gasped because he did too. She really looked like a queen, a queen any man would die for. And in that moment his was willing, he was even willing to die for her love. Madeleine and Charles had caught each other's eyes, which they both got so lost and mesmerized in. It was like they were having a conversation without words. He had started to walk over to ask her for a dance but Prince Henri had beat him to it and she was being lead to the dance floor. This had spiked some jealously in the young prince, he wanted to dance with his cupcake. He wanted to have her in his arms and to tell her he loved her over and over again. Begging her not to marry him, begging her to wait until they find some way to be together. But he couldn't, the truth was he couldn't be selfish, he had to do what was best for her. He tortured himself watching his brother and his brothers future wife dance, suddenly it became to hard to bare. He quickly pulled his young wife out on the dance floor, which he was soon to regret. This dance was one that they had to switch partners and sure enough he had ended up with Madeleine.
The queen he was so desperate to put space between, but then also so desperate to be near. He took her in his arms, admiring the beauty of the radiant Queen. He couldn't help but be lost in her in every way possible. He wanted so bad to kiss her, he could see that she wanted it to. It took everything thing in him not to, but that wasn't enough. They both leaned in, only their lips inches apart. Before he could go in for a kiss, it was quickly interrupted by his wife. "Charles, what are you doing?" The hatred and jealousy in Lady Amelie's voice was so evidently clear. Charles wanted nothing more than to protect the Queen of Ireland from her hatred. "I was just telling Queen Madeleine goodnight. And Amelie love, remember you are to bow when you come in to the presence of a Queen." He stated so clearly then turned to his cupcake with a smile shown brightly on his face. "Good night Cupcake, thank you for the dance." He bowed and then quickly walked away.  His mind couldn't stop wondering back to their almost kiss. Oh how badly he wanted to feel the warm touch of her lips, or even just to hold her in his arms. Declaring his love for her, hoping that she too returned his love. He look back at her only for a second before he left with his wife to check on her daughter.