My Best friend is my mate and he rejected me

My Second Mate

Destiny POV

“Ugh” I groaned. “Come in.” I rasped out. My throat was dry from the amount of crying I did last night.

I was still lying in bed half asleep when someone knocked on my damn door. I mean come on. I didn’t a wink of sleep last night. When my overflowing dam had broken it took me hours to stop crying, and when I finally did stop and went to sleep, I had a nightmare.

It wasn’t anything new though. I’ve been having the same one for a while. It was about my past and my family. It never had much of an effect on my till now I guess. It’s probably only affecting me now because of everything that was going on. I sighed into my pillow softly, already feeling the wetness in my eyes again.

“Um, my Queen.” I jumped a bit at the sound of one of the maid’s voice. I guess I was so lost in my own thoughts I forgot I told her to come in. I turned on my side and looked at one of the young maids. When I looked at her she bowed her head and curtsied.

I really hated that when they did it. “Yeah.” I answered with a raised eyebrow. “Your guests have awakened and Elder Markus is asking for you to be in the dining room. Your guests are also there.

I frowned a bit. I really wasn’t in the mood to see any of their faces. “I’ll be out in 10.” She nodded and quickly left my room, but her sad like eyes did not go unnoticed. God does everyone here know that I am going to be hitting my grave soon. I sighed and got out of my king sized bed. I mean the bed is seriously huge.

It even got a small stair thingy to climb on. I shook my head as I turned and looked at my huge ass bed. I still haven’t gotten use to the fact that I’m royalty. It’s amazing how I am such an important person to so many people, when I’m really not.

I shook my head a little trying to shake the sad thoughts out of my head. I quickly rushed to my huge bathroom and stripped down. I hopped in and turned on the water and let the warm water flow down my body. I stood there for a while.

I stood there feeling sorry for myself. I honestly I am so tired of doing that. I really want to stop, but for some reason I just cant. I guess because of how I held in all that pain and my swirling emotions locked up all the time.

It’s clear to me now that I don’t deserve to be a queen. I don’t deserve to be loved by a little girl that seemed to look up to me. I am nothing but a disappointment and I really don’t want to disappoint her. I could feel the tears pouring out my eyes.

Lord knows how many times I cried in the past few days. I honestly was tired of doing it. It was getting very, very tiring. I quickly tried to push my sad thoughts in the back of my head. I took a quick shower and hoped out.

I rapped a towel around me and my hair as I made my way to the sink. I quickly brushed my teeth and washed my face, only to look up into the mirror to see a familiar yet unfamiliar girl. I looked the same yet dead. I guess all the betrayal and anger, hatred etc. Sure did a number on me, I thought.

I chuckled a bit, trying to lighten my own mood. Not that it worked. I stepped out of the bathroom only to find a beautiful black gown siting on my bed. I walked up to my bed and examined it. As I lay it back down me saw a little piece of paper on the floor.

I picked it up and opened it.

I believe that you should always look presentable in the presence of your people. I want you to put this on right now and I want you to wear your crown. Don’t let me have to speak twice. You might be queen but you are still in training so I expect you to listen.

 

                                                                                                                                     Mark