Once Upon A Crowned Heart

Sixteen

Charles

Charles emerged from the depths of unconsciousness, his senses slowly returning to him. As he surveyed his surroundings, he realized he was in a world that seemed unfamiliar, a world that had moved on without him. His body had healed over the course of fifteen days, but the consequences of his injuries lingered, rendering him unfit for the royal duties he held so dear, including the opening of the cherished hospital.

But what troubled him most was the absence of any response from Kavya. His heart sank as he discovered that his messages failed to reach her as if they were swallowed by an impenetrable void. Worried lines etched themselves upon his brow, and a sense of unease settled within him. Had something happened? Was she okay? The uncertainty gnawed at his soul, intensifying the weight of his worries.

He longed to hear her voice, to see her face, and to find solace in her presence. The thought of being unable to reach her, unable to share his concerns and fears, sent a shiver down his spine. Charles felt a deep yearning for her, a longing that only grew in his absence from her life. The idea of losing her, of being unable to protect and cherish her, filled him with a sense of profound sadness.

His mind raced with thoughts of what might have transpired during his absence. Was she safe? Was she waiting for him, unaware of his current state? Charles was desperate to hold her in his arms, to reassure himself that she was unharmed and still belonged to him. The silence between them felt deafening, and he vowed to find a way to bridge the gap that had formed.

Despite his physical limitations, Charles was determined to reach out to Kavya, to let her know of his return and his unwavering love for her. He would not allow the circumstances to keep them apart. With a mixture of anxiety and anticipation, he reached for his phone, his fingers trembling slightly as he typed a message, pouring his heart into each word.

Kavya's absence and the lack of any news about her sent waves of worry crashing over Charles. He felt lost and confused, unable to comprehend the sudden disconnect between them. The mere thought of her being in distress or danger made his heart ache with a desperate longing to hold her in his arms once again.

Reginald, although recovering on a wheelchair, shared in his concern. "Still no news?" Reginald asked, his voice filled with equal parts worry and curiosity. Charles shook his head, his eyes reflecting the depth of his distress.

"Did you manage to retrieve my email?" Charles inquired, hoping for a glimmer of good news. Reginald, always diligent in his efforts, assured him, "Your emails are almost recovered. It will be with you in a moment, your highness. But Kavya is proving to be elusive. They haven't found her at her known address or her office."

The weight of uncertainty pressed heavily upon Charles's chest, causing his breath to hitch. The void created by their separation grew more palpable with each passing moment. He found solace in the locket Kavya had gifted him, a testament to their love. The image of them together remained untouched, a symbol of their unwavering bond.

"I don't know," Reginald suggested, his voice tinged with a hint of hope. "Until you can retrieve your old emails, why don't you write her a new one? Fill it with heartfelt quotes from Shakespeare and more. Proclaim your love, your longing, your deepest desires. Let her know that you are well and accounted for."

A spark of determination flickered within Charles's eyes as he considered Reginald's advice. Composing a new email seemed like the lifeline he desperately needed. He nodded, grateful for the suggestion. "You're right. I shall do that," he replied, his voice filled with a newfound resolve.

With trembling fingers, Charles opened a blank email on his phone. He envisioned pouring his heart out onto the screen, each word carrying the weight of his love. He would articulate his emotions with the poetic prowess of Shakespeare himself, leaving no doubt of his unwavering affection.