To Hell And Back | Granevere | Edited

Chapter Ninety-Five

For the first time in forever, Guinevere wakes up with a smile in her face, despite being completely exhausted from last night's steamy battle. With her eyes still closed, she reaches for him in the other side of the conjoined two single person bed, only to pat an empty warm space.

"Granger?" Guinevere calls out, looking around the small quiet room, her voice low and tired. She's aware she lost count of how many times she screamed last night.

She was alone. He had left her like a ghost. How dare he?

Not wanting to think she cried all for nothing, she sits up and hugs the cotton blanket to cover her naked body, where in her neck, was dotted with so many bites, ranging from purplish bruises to bite marks.

She peers over the floor, noticing there was only her clothes lying around. For a whole minute, she dared not to speak, only stare into space, her mind blank like an empty piece of paper. She doesn't know what to think, nor what to do anymore, knowing she was going to be punished if she goes back to the Palace. She worries for Gusion, wondering if he's still alive, dead, or thrown into the gallows by now.

The door clicks open and Guinevere's eyes shot up, her heart beating fast. But instead of Granger, Prince Aurelius enters the room, his face completely unreadable and complex. Guinevere tightens the sheets around her, preferring to be swallowed by the ground than to let another second go by.

His deep blue eyes roam her body, as if trying to comprehend what he was seeing before him was real. "Who is he?" His voice is eerily formal. Guinevere could feel his hands forming into fists underneath his royal blue hooded cape.

"I-I..." Guinevere blinked rapidly, hugging her legs inside the sheets, the spark in the pit of her stomach dying off and being replaced by a numbing sensation. "How did you find me?"

"It doesn't matter. Now tell me who he is," he immediately said, making a step forward. Never before has she seen him look so intimidating.

Guinevere bows her head deeper, slightly feeling embarrassed. She doesn't want to see him anymore, much less want to be in the same room as him.

The atmosphere in the room thickens when in her peripheral vision, she sees Aurelius take his coat off and sit down in front of her.

"Gwen, look at me," he whispered, urging her to hesitantly look at her, and she was shocked to find he looked worse than he sounded. Tears were streaking down his face from his left eye and his rosy red lips were upside down and parted. In her perspective, he almost looked like a mature young boy who had lost his favorite friend.

Guilt washed over Guinevere, but she didn't want to be the one to wipe his tears. Instead she leans further back against the cold metal headboard.

"What did I lack, Gwen?" He sniffed, wiping his tears on his own with the back of his soft and pale hand.

Guinevere was tired of lying and making up bullshit. "You didn't lack anything. I told you before and I'm not afraid to remind you again, I am not your wife. So please leave."

"What about our son?"

"He's not-" Guinevere paused, feeling pity for Roderick. He must be anguished to discover his 'mother' had ran away last night with one of the guards, having lost his fate for true love at such a young age.

"You have no idea how badly I want to slap you right now," the prince growled, and Guinevere looked at him, terrified. His blue eyes have turned red again and the skin surrounding them was becoming purple. Seeing her look so scared, he covers her eyes and turns away, grunting.

Guinevere stiffened when suddenly, he wraps his cape around her and locks the clasp securely. His signature expensive perfume immediately wafts around her.