The H | Hyerabots series

Royal Tragedy (Her POV)

Ophelia

The soft melody of the violin fills the whole palace and I'm standing in the middle of it as the man of my dreams flows us through the music, his soft touch embracing my skin and those golden eyes –that seemingly represents the royalty in his veins– stares at me deeply.

This is all I ever wanted.

The crowd's cheers only makes the diamond on my finger glisten more as we twirl around the ballroom.
However, despite the dreamy scene, my eyes wandered and suddenly the whole world fell silent.
A pair of familiar eyes shone, like two rubies separating itself from the dull crowd.

I feel my fiance squeeze at my hand as he twirled me around once more. "Are you okay, love?" his voice is as gentle as ever. "I've never been better."

At that moment, I forgot about what I saw. But once again, my mind drifted.

The whole waltz I danced with my fiance, yet I stared at that one person, Grand Duke Dox Lancaster.

He stood there watching amongst the crowd. Our gazes kept on breaking as we twirled across the floor. Yet my eyes kept coming back for more and he continued to hold it.

It continued like that for almost the rest of the dance. almost...

I froze, filled with confusion as I try to recognize the golden haired clinging unto his arms. Yet the overwhelming feeling was immediately replaced with heaviness as I recognize a marquise' daughter, the same person who created conflicts in our relationship.

I realized how all of this is out of control. The moment reality slapped me in the face.

The crowd filled the floor, yet our distance and silhouettes have never been so clearer.
The music subsided and a soft kiss plants on my cheek. I turn to face and remembered my own fiance, who is reluctantly excusing himself to greet some guests. I nodded, not wanting him to worry more. Yet the moment he left, my eyes immediately went back to the same pair that kept on staring intently.
The heartbreaking scene infront as a different woman clung herself to the one I once held dearly pierced me. I excuse myself before the tears pooling around my eyes breaks the mask I've been stubbornly putting on. I run to a secluded balcony, the only place I could be alone with my thoughts, away from prying eyes. The doors shut behind me, and I take a deep breath before leaning over, staring at the vast scenery coating around the entire palace.

Just breath... just breath... just breath...

"God, why..."

"Why are you trying to escape?"
My eyes widen and I fail to stop a small gasp.
"Why are you here?" my lips quivered, I don't even know how I managed to breath those words out. I didn't turn around and face him, I couldn't...
I kept my gaze on the scenery infront, not even bothering to expect an answer from him, I'm way past that. And those endless nights of crying thought me that.

His footsteps echoes off the tiled floor and I sense him approaching closer. He stopped right behind me, just enough for me to feel the warmth of the scent of alcohol.

'I'm lying to myself again.' I thought. Somehow, I still had a string of hope that he would answer, lingering on the back of my heart. Yet the silence proved me wrong once again.
A faint smoke puffed on the icy air as I sighed. "I figured."