The Royal Curse

Fourteen - The Final Gesture

Kace Holland

"Just sign here and it'll be finalized." The lawyer used his pen and pressed on the bottom line.

Odaya released her breath. Shakily, she lifted her hand toward the line.

I already signed it long before she got the documents. It was only a matter of time before this separation, yet it didn't make it any easier. Watching her struggle with it burned my heart.

Oddly enough, it was satisfying. Her feelings right now were the same I experienced for months.

It was no surprise I didn't love her. How could someone love another that didn't love them? Personally, if someone didn't love me, then I couldn't love them. Selfish—I knew that—but it was the truth.

"Are you sure?" she whispered so low that only I could hear.

I didn't need to contemplate it further. "Just sign it."

"But are you sure?"

"This might be the only thing I've ever been sure about, Odaya." That was cruel to say, but again, it was honest. I rested a finger on the line. "Now sign it."

And she did. A singular tear came down.

The lawyer took the document and put it into a folder. "I'll run this into the archives," he said as he handed a handkerchief to Odaya.

She was seriously crying right now? Rolling my eyes, I leant back and crossed my arms. "If there's nothing else, I'll go," I stated.

Odaya turned and shot me a glare. Ignoring her and the lawyer's silence, I jolted from the chair and walked out the room.

I had cried enough over her, so seeing her like that was refreshing. I wanted her to boil herself inside out. I wanted her organs to feel like they were ice. That was how I felt every day with her. My lip curled up at the thought of her experiencing exactly what I did.

I told her I would do this. Did she think I loved her enough to handle her lies? Her deception? Pathetic. If there was one thing I wouldn't put up with, it was liars.

The only reason I didn't have her killed was because she was my wife and I was nothing like my father. I wouldn't kill someone for lying—I'd simply ruin their life and laugh. If I couldn't be enough for someone, I'd show them how empty they'd be without me.

Perhaps my father hated me for not killing her. Maybe that was part of the reason I didn't; King Lius should stew in anger at me and watch my life fall apart. He did this to me, so it was his problem.

Guards whispered as I passed by them. Sending each one a well-deserved glare, I continued toward the dining hall. I missed dinner for that conference.

It wasn't like I would've ate. Actually, I would probably eat more now that the vixen wasn't watching me from under her lashes.

These thoughts needed to cease.

Food was already set in a small area of the table. Taking a seat, I shoveled food onto my plate and poured myself a nice, cool glass of wine.

Right as I began spooning my onion soup, a butler began pacing around. This wouldn't have bothered me if it wasn't for his constant glancing out the door.