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I spend whole day cooped up in my room, I skip training even when he sent Agatha many times for me to come to the training grounds. I told her I am feeling under the weather which both him and Agatha know is a lie.

By evening I went out for a walk in the gardens, the sky was dark and cloudy.

'It's going to pour out any moment now!' I thought when I looked up at the sky.

And it did start pouring few moments later. I decided to get wet in the rain as I kept walking around the garden.

"Princess please come inside or you will get sick!" Agatha pleaded but one glare her way and she went away.

I came to the far corner of the garden where no one comes. I opened my arms wide as I looked up at the sky while closing my eyes. The water ran down my face along with my tears. It's the only time when I can cry out in open and no one would notice. No one would ask questions or no one would look at me with curious gazes. I won't be judged!

I breathed in and felt someone's gaze on me. I instantly stilled as I felt a presence infront of me. I opened my eyes and moved my head down while placing my hands on my side, I came face to face with those blue eyes. His eyes gazed my face with such intensity that I haven't seem before. Only then I was aware of my wet dress which was sticking to my body like a second skin.

I subconsciously placed my arms around my upper body but his eyes never for a moment went down. They were on my face as always.

"Princess you should go inside, we don't want you to miss your training again!" He said and I glared at him as I looked square in his eyes.

"What if I don't?" I gave him a challenging look, his lips turned upward a little bit and then he passed a hand through his wet hairs. He was also drenched, Is he out here because of me? I saw a woollen cloak in his hand neatly folded but it's a little drenched.

He took few steps towards me, my first instinct was to take a step back but then I realized who I am so I stood right by my side glaring straight at him. When he was only a step away from me he stopped. His figure towered mine as I held my chin up showing him that I am not bothered by his close proximity. He opened the cloak and placed it over my body.

I wanted to throw it away but the warmth it radiated stopped me. I can have it and still be proud right? And it's mine, perhaps Agatha gave him my cloak.

"Come inside princess!" He whispered lightly.

"No!" I said and turned away a little.

"Alright then,!" He said but didn't move from his place. I turned towards him with a frown.

"What?" I gritted out. He was looking up at the sky.

"I ain't doing anything, princess!" The was he said princess was so different than how others says it. It's as if it's a reminder for him.

"I want to be alone and I would be happy if there is no one around especially not someone like you!" I said with arrogance. An emotion passed through his eyes which he covered immediately and stepped back.

"Apologies princess!" He gritted, his hands fisted and his jaws clenched.

"What? Do you want to hit me?" I gritted while crossing my arms. His eyes finds mine immediately.

"I would never do such thing!" He growled lowly and with so much ferocity.

"I don't believe you!" I scoffed, I know I am trying to rile him up. I know that he would never do that to any girl.

"You know what I don't want to stay here anymore, your mere presence bothers me and remind me of what you did six years back." I scoffed belittling him.

"How you humiliated yourself!" I chuckled lightly mocking him. He was looking down at the ground with his hands fisted.

"But it seems you have moved on, good for you. Because people like you shouldn't think about people like us. I am going to be a Queen I want an equal for me, someone who would be a king. A royal blood not someone like ..." I gave him a look and then sighed as I turned to walk.

"Never again!" He slightly whispered but when I look back at him he was still looking on the ground.

"Did you said something?" I asked. His red eyes met mine and for a moment I felt bad for what I said then I jerked away the thought. Since the moment he came back he is ignoring me as if he has forgotten how he confessed his feelings for me.

When he didn't said anything, I smirked and left. I walked towards my room tightly clutching my cloak around me slightly wishing that I won't come face to face with my mother. She won't happy with my current situation.

I safely reached my room and threw the cloak on the floor then I removed my wet dress. When I went to remove my shoes I saw one of my anklet gone, the same anklet that I bought in the morning. Did I lost it the same day I bought it? I scolded myself.

"I really like it!" I said as I removed the other anklet and held it in my hand. The beads matched the color of my eyes perfectly and now I lost one of it.

After changing into a night shirt, I called for Agatha and told her to find my anklet in the garden. I am sure I have lost it there!

"Don't show me your face if you didn't find it!" I angrily told her, she nodded her head and walked out of my room.

I spalyed down of my bed but the only thing coming in my mind was the face of certain blue eyed man, how he looked sad when I said him those things. He didn't once yelled back at me. I know he could, it's not as my parents would kill him for disrespecting me, they would never. They love him even so more than me. He also knows he has that power yet he always respect me and he didn't even tell father about my visit to the city.

"I shouldn't feel bad, what's done is done!" I told myself. I don't know why when he comes infornt of me something in me changes, I don't know why I talk to him like that. Perhaps because I am jealous of him, he is better than me in every aspect and that never settles well with me. All my childhood I tried to gain approval from my parents but it never came.

It would always be how Ares is good in everything, how I should me like him. But why can't they accept me as I am. They were the reasons I stopped learning things, I lost my interest in everything because I knew I would never be good enough!

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