My Own Personal Beethoven

Chapter Nine

(Slowly casting this story. I'll add people as I go :])

Tristan had left Hannah alone with Victor. He had requested as such but it was hard to just let her go because Victor was a ruler of a coven, strong and mighty in his ways. He was also once the king of this clan but his younger brother, Hector, took over the throne when Victor requested leave on behalf of Tristan’s birth. Didn’t want to leave Helen alone with two children. Tristan just hoped Victor wouldn’t be too…rough.

“So, you’re married to my son?”

“Yes sir.”

“And you two are in love?”

“Well…we’re friends.”

“Do you believe you could ever love Tristan?”

Where was this going?

“It’s a possibility. He’s been nothing but kind and caring to me.”

“How would you feel about being a queen?”

“Terrified but that isn’t part of this…is it?”

“There are seven clans, Hannah. Igorkov, Giovanni, Sylia’s tribe, Newman, Perri, Dornan, and Xiba. Sylia is the only without a king and queen. I was once king and now my younger brother rules but Hector is sick and Caleb has betrayed me by refusing the crown. That leaves the luxury to Tristan and you.” Victor said.

Hannah was speechless. Did Tristan know about all of this?

“You have no choice in the matter, if you’re thinking of a refusal.”

Hannah nodded.

“I understand, sir.”

“You can’t penalize her for what I did.” Caleb said.

“It isn’t penalizing. It’s reality. You and Claudia are free to roam. Is that not what you wanted?”

“If you will excuse me, sir. I’d like to speak with my husband…in private…” Hannah said.

“Please, call me Victor. And you are excused.”

Hannah went upstairs to find Tristan doing homework.

“What the hell?!” She asked

“What?”

“King and queen and clans. Why didn’t you tell me any of this?”

“Because…I didn’t want you to know. I don’t want to be king…maybe I’m hoping Caleb will change his mind.”

“This isn’t going to happen. Damn it, Tristan. You’re about to be stuck in a cabin with me for three months. Do you really want to make me angry?!”

“You’re already shouting so, I’m sure we’re there. What else? Am I a bastard? A lair? The world isn’t fair? This isn’t high school anymore, Hannah. We’re pretty much adults now and you will act like it. This behavior isn’t acceptable anymore! You’re acting like a spoiled brat who couldn’t get their bag of candy at the store. I’ve been kind too you so far but my God, Hannah. I can’t do this much longer.” Tristan said before going to leave.

Hannah sighed. Why couldn’t their lives be normal? Then, as she watched him retreating, the feelings of losing her father and brother hit her. She was going to lose Tristan too…and for some reason, that caused her a great deal of heartache.

“Tristan, wait.”

He stopped walking before turning to look at her.

“I’m sorry…but don’t tell me I’m the only one scared here…” She said.

He shook his head.

“Don’t try to relate to me. You don’t even care about me.”

“And what makes you think that?”

“The way you’ve been acting! And you didn’t even want to marry me.” He said as he walked over to her.

“And you’re always bitching, saying how terrible I am. You’re always saying how you wish things were different. Just go ahead and leave me if things are so terrible. See where that gets you.”

She couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

“I told them that this was okay. That we would make it work. I told them  you were a very kind person. You were understanding, unafraid. What happened?”

“You try doing what I did…you were born into this life. You knew what you were getting into. I’m still adjusting…however…I’m sorry, Tristan…”

And then, Hannah grabbed his shirt before kissing him. He was confused…what just happened? His mind went blank as he wrapped his arms around her waist to pull her closer. A few moments later, they broke for air, both of them looking like they wanted to blush. Hannah sighed and rested her head on his chest.

“What just happened?”

“Well…Tristan…where I come from, that’s a kiss. Might be a foreign concept to the Scottish but we Canadians, we know what we’re doing.”

There was his Hannah…he smiled and rested his chin on top of her head. She wrapped her arms around him. The two of them were content to just be there in silence but things were going to get worse before they got better.

They always did.