Tied to the Throne

chapter nineteen

The night has come to an end.

Thank god.

I can let out a deep sigh of relief, as I have been liberated from the incessant barrage of questions that had been weighing down on me. It was like being trapped in a whirlwind of false congratulations and empty words that held no true meaning. Those broken promises were like sharp shards of glass piercing my skin, tearing away at my hopes and dreams.

But now, at last, I can lay down my head and escape from the nightmarish existence that had been suffocating me. The comforting embrace of my bed is like a sanctuary where I can finally let my guard down, and my worries can dissipate into the darkness of the night.

So, I get up from the seat I had taken up on the floor and begin to make my way back to the comfort of my room, hell maybe I could even go to the gardens. Just anywhere but this vapid place.

On my way back, Tina stops me, "Oh, Arabella, where are you going?"

I furrow my eyebrows and scrunch up my nose in confusion, trying to make sense of her words.

"To my room?"

"Uhh, did you forget?" she looks concerned.

My lips purse and my mouth hangs slightly open, urging the black haired women to tell me more.

"Because you are married now, you and Nikolai must share a room," she falters at the end, tapering off her sentence quietly.

I almost start crying.

I completely forgot about that.

A wave of despair washes over me, but I'm just too exhausted to show it properly. My body feels heavy, and my shoulders slump as I try to process what I've just heard.

I force a weak smile, trying to conceal the disappointment that's eating away at me. My eyes droop, and my voice is strained as I try to mask the hurt in my tone.

But despite my attempts to hide my emotions, my body language betrays me. My breathing is shallow, and my movements are slow and deliberate. It's like my energy has been sucked out of me, leaving me feeling numb and defeated.

I try to muster up some words of encouragement, but they come out hollow and lifeless. It's like I'm going through the motions, but my heart just isn't in it. All I want to do is crawl into bed and shut out the world, but I know I have to keep going.

As the reality of the situation sinks in, a deep sense of sadness settles over me. It's like I've been dealt a blow that I can't quite recover from, but I know that I have to keep pushing forward, no matter how difficult it may seem.

I may be exaggerating, but this was the last straw.

"Okay," my weak voice mutters.

I change my path from my room, to his.

I'm still in my wedding dress and shoes. They make a rather annoying clicking sound on the hard floor. Like a ticking time bomb, counting down until I reach my final destination.

I knock. Three times.

A faint come in beckons me inside.

"Oh, A-Arabella," I heard him spit out in surprise, his voice getting softer.

I look up at him, no emotion on my face.

"We have to share a room together, you know since we're married," I respond.

He nods and seems to remember, not verbally replying.

"Okay, yeah. You should get ready for bed, it is late," he tells me, unsure of what else to say.