Remind Her ✓

ᴘᴀʀᴛ 8

༻𝐎𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐧 𝐏𝐨𝐯༺

I looked at a painting of Gloria and I that I commonly kept in the pocket of my armor. She was so young and annoying back then, but now she's blossomed into such a beautiful and brave woman.

With a heavy sigh, I averted my eyes from the picture and looked at the vast land ahead of me.

Heading to headquarters, with no certainty of ever seeing her again, pained me.

I had left her with no parting words.

Why am I so stupid?

Right...

I did it on purpose. I don't want her to love me.

I'm not the right man.

"Captain!" a soldier shouted from behind me.

I turned around and saw an arrow go straight through his chest.

"Samuel!" I shouted and pulled the reigns of my horse.

The picture of Gloria and I had fallen to the ground, and I didn't think to retrieve it. Maybe this was a sign to throw any hope of us away.

"We're being ambushed captain!" another soldier said to me.

I jumped off my horse, "I'm well aware! Retreat, every one of you! Plan A isn't going to work!"

"What are you doing captain?!"

I wasn't any normal soldier. I bore the strength of thousands of my men.

"Adonis, aid me," I commanded, "The rest of you leave this instant!"

They all started to escape and the mute man came to my side immediately.

The blood running through his veins was rare. It belonged to that of a witch, a clan that was soon to be extinct.

'Wanna see who can kill the most?' he signed to me.

I smirked, "Gladly."

Killing was something I actually enjoyed. All my rage could go forth to my enemies, and I'd be pardoned for it.

Before I even could settle and enjoy all the bloodshed, they were all dead before my eyes.

"Eighty-three," I huffed, "How about you?"

Adonis signed to me, 'Eighty-two.'

"Hm, finally makes us tied."

He bowed and we walked our way back to our horses.

I was back to old me.

War.

No love.

༻𝐆𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚 𝐏𝐨𝐯༺

𝟱 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗵𝘀 𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿...

I stared at the fireplace and hugged Oridan's cape close.

Usually all wars he fought lasted for a little time, but he hasn't come back to me.

What if he was truly dead?

I heard a knock on the door and quickly stood straight, throwing Oridan's cape to the couch.

I opened the door, only to see the queen with a basket in hand.

Her brown cheeks creased when she smiled, "Would you like to join me on a little picnic?"

I bowed, "Yes."

What had she come to see me for? I didn't know.

● ● ●

She laid down a polkadot patterned blanket and we both sat.

The basket was full of treats and sweets I thought she'd never eat.

"Don't tell my daughter," she giggled, "I try to keep her healthy, but you know what they say~ do as I say, not as I do."

I nodded silently.

She frowned, "What's the matter?"

"It is nothing, queen Auria."

She sighed, "Alright, I think we need to have the woman talk."

My face warmed up, "T-talk?"

"Oridan," she smiled and poured me a cup of mint tea, handing it over to me.

"There is nothing to say," I responded.

"He finds interest in you. It is rare to ever see him so soft," she said and placed a donut hole into her mouth, "He falls into his truer self when he's around you Gloria, you don't even see it."

I blinked.

Did he really like me?

"He never gave me a goodbye..." I whispered and looked at my reflection in the tea doubtfully, "what if he doesn't come back? What if he knew he wouldn't return?"

She placed her hand over mine. Her fingers were covered in gold rings. "If he knew he wouldn't have come back, he would have told you everything that night."

"You really believe so?"

She nodded and began to cough.

I hurried to pat her back, "Queen-"

She waved her hand, "It's fine, sweetie. Just fine..."

She was getting more ill, despite her youth.

Has she been poisoned somehow?

"We should get you back queen Auria."

She nodded and held onto my arm as I helped her stand.

"Do me a favor," she whispered, "don't try to forget him."

What?

"But why?" I asked, "Isn't it better to move on?"

She smiled sadly, "In some cases, but in these open ends, no. It'll only hurt you when you do try to remember again. Trust me."

Did she still love him, even when a man like Adon was by her side?

I nodded, "Very well."

Guess from now on, all I could do was refer to my nightmares as friends. They seemed to accompany me more than anything or anyone else.

● ● ●

I walked to Oridan's office and unlocked it with the spare key he had given me long ago.

It smelled so much like him. Cinnamon... lavender...fresh...just like him.

I shut the door behind me and sank to the floor, sobbing.

I had no one.

Not a soul.

Everyone was too busy for me, and I had no one to go home to.

I crawled over to his desk and laid on the cold floor beside it.

If he were here, he'd tell me to get up instantly, but he wasn't, and all I heard was quiet.

I did something I normally wouldn't, and took one of his daggers from his drawer to place the handle into mouth.

I sucked it as if it were his thumb or the part between his legs that I would desperately try to peek at.

I wanted him so much, and when the dagger fell across my leg and scraped me, I bled, realizing that I'll never have him.

No matter how many times I'd try to remind myself of his empty promise, I knew he'd never fulfill.

Because I'm worthless, and he's everything.