Majesty of Obsession

10

ELIZABETH

"Please join me." Sebastian smiled slightly, assuring me warmly he means no harm. The king was nowhere near us today, a major relief in my part.

I sat up in front of Sebastian. The clink on the plates were heard in these walls, which is the only sound we have in exchange. I was getting agitated because after Sebastian offered me to join the meal, we spoke no further. Such suspense is causing my hair to twitch because I am very well aware that in between our wordless breakfast, he had glanced my way, twice. His soft stares were a little curious, but not perverted; enough to keep me heavily conscious of my actions. I took the opportunity to rise my gaze upon him when his eyes were nowhere near my sight. Oh God, what striking looks he has.

Those long eyelashes as he focuses down on his food. And what pink lips that shines with the light. His black hair was pushed back in style but a few strands of hair fell on his forehead as he was busy cutting his dough. I was amazed by the view. He looks as if he was a real life painting, almost too perfect to be a breathing human. Have the gods ever been so kind with the royalties that beautiful people must rule? What blood runs through their bodies. Was it Venus' tears or was it her spit from jealousy for having men like him walk around casually in daylight, overshadowing the beauty of other gods? I'll never know.

I must be starting to come off rude with my staring. I looked away to shrug my thoughts of fantasizing his face. It was no proper to think of such, Elizabeth! Look who's perverted now.

"Will the King be arriving anytime soon?" Sebastian spoke while Adam stands near me. He went to him, whispered in his ear before going back near my side, and I heard Sebastian mutter—

"Oh, not? Unfortunate timing."

Huh, unfortunate timing for you. Try being in my shoes, sire. This timing is only a sprinkle of my freedom.

He glanced my way and I instantaneously pretended to be occupied with my food. It was indiscreet, I most likely came off foolish. Maybe I'm scared he might just be as crazy as his brother despite the good looks. Both of the King and Sebastian are beast level of Gods for their breathtaking, nerve-wrecking visuals. But I know something. Underneath their skin are blood that knows no bound, and I fear breathing in the same room as them. I've come to conclude to keep a distance from Sebastian, he might end up only to be a true potentate.

As I finished eating and was about to leave, he cleared his throat to catch my attention. It was just a small act but I sat right up from nervousness. If I wasn't glued to my seat, I think I would've slightly jumped.

"Elizabeth, I apologize for our encounter last time."

"It's no trouble, your h-highness?" My tone was asking, with my side stuttering signature.

I was asking subtlety if he truly is your highness. I was not sure what title Sebastian holds, being the brother of King Vhin. In a sense he should have title, right? But he holds no such recognition as a 'Prince' or 'Duke' in this kingdom. I wonder what he is.

To my surprise, he chuckled lightly. Goodness, what a low laugh.

"I am no highness, my lady. Not in broad light must I be a prince. I am of rather a military in command, an Earl Marshall, under the King." I nodded out of respect.

"Controversy of a half-blooded sibling from the Queen causes riot in this kingdom. Theatrical for a drama." He smirked but almost to himself when he reached for the glass of water in front of him. I saw sadness cross those eyes.

Who would have thought I would be the one to confirm such controversy which turned out to be true. How could anyone know that? It's not as if it was an open knowledge what the affair of the previous Queen was. What he said bears reality. There was a running hearsay back in my village — a gossip of the neighboring towns at night, about the bastard son. Rumor has it, it was of the duchess' and eventually, the Queen's. At day light, if you are heard to make stains or throw dirt in the name of the royal hierarchies respectable above, you will be detained or imprisoned, which is just as equal as tortured. It was never certain when such individuals will ever be seen by the public once again, all because royalty must be protected, idolized, even worshipped like true gods.