Before I Fall

Chapter Sixty-four

The dull ache in her chest was something she'd felt too many times to count. The silent palace swallowed her whole and loneliness danced in merriment around her. A bitter laugh shook her body, her shoulders jerked and her stomach muscles contracted in the fit of laughter. What the hell did she expect? For Roman to answer her question? For him to not find another lover? She was beyond desperate and delusional, this was the burden she wanted to bear so she could be with him. Morgan didn't know that she was crying until she felt a cold tear land on the back of her hand. She used the damp towel to dab her eyes quickly and laid down on her side her eyes boring holes through the door Kade closed behind him. Thoughts and images haunted her of what Roman was up to. It hurt.

A gentle shake awoke Morgan later on. She sat up with a gasp when she saw Maeve hovering over her. She frantically looked around her surroundings and saw that it was nighttime and realized she'd fallen asleep right where the three men left her earlier on the chaise. Her neck was stiff from her terrible sleeping position and she began moving it around slowly as Maeve spoke.

"My apologies for startling you, Your Majesty. I just came to tell you that your supper is ready and will be served in the dining hall. The master has requested that you wear the appropriate garment he has provided for your meal, My Lady."

"Roman can kiss my black ass, I'll wear what I want. But please Maeve, call me Morgan." she replied grumpily.

The simple-looking woman inclined her head in respect then stood as still as a statue while Morgan mentally prepared herself for a lonely supper. She took her time rubbing her stiff shoulders and adjusting the flimsy night garment she wore. Morgan stood after a short period of time and looked across the expanse of the bedroom to the beautiful chocolate brown cocktail party dress that hung from the rack before Roman's closet. It would've looked magnificent against her skin but she wasn't interested in accepting any gifts from him at the moment neither did she feel fancy enough to wear it. She wasn't hungry but she didn't want to make the servant's job harder trying to convince her to have her meal. Maeve led the way out as the pair left Roman's quarters to walk through the quiet halls. The only thing she heard was the chittering sound of the pixies, the only signs of life within the palace.

"Is it always this quiet? Where is everyone else?" Morgan asked curiously looking around.

"The master prefers silence at all times within his home. The servants and his harem reside in the east wing of the palace. They are only allowed on this side when summoned by the master."

"I see." Morgan was still uncomfortable with the thought of Roman's sexual partners a few feet from where they were, however, they had an accord that she wanted to believe he wouldn't break. They silently entered the elevator that would take them to the ground floor, but Morgan had something to request.

"Maeve, I'd like my own bedroom from now on, please. It doesn't have to be grand, I just need some solitude. And I don't want any more lingerie, a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt works for me."

"As you wish Princess but I will have to tell the Master of your requirement." the older woman replied.

"Fine, whatever." The tired woman was hoping that this could have been something resolved between the both of them but she guessed nothing was done without Roman's permission. She didn't want another fight with him about this decision. Their relationship, if that's what she could call it, was already volatile enough.

Maeve led Morgan to an impressive dining hall with the breath of a football field and could easily seat over one hundred people. The room engulfed her as if she were an ant. Its large stained glass windows, high ceilings with divine paintings and giant table that stretched for a mile was too much for her. The candlelight spread the servants prepared was exceptionally done, for which Morgan now felt ready to partake. It was a fine dining experience but deep down, she longed for the simplicity of a peanut butter sandwich and a glass of cold milk. Still, Morgan sat in the chair Maeve pulled out for her and ate the food until she was full.