King Edward (Ed Sheeran)

Chapter 5

Chapter 5--Edward

I opened my eyes and found them gazing at the most beautiful thing on the planet. I felt hopeless attracted to Mirabelle, though I had just had my heart handed back to me on a wooden stake by Godivia. It was obviously infatuation, and despite the fact that I was driving myself out of my very own mind, I did not mind it at all.

Mirabelle had broken. Or at least given up hiding herself away from me. Someone had wronged her, and if I had his name, I would inflict the same pain he inflicted on her heart to his body. Yelda said that she needed me, and I believed that she was right.

But I could not and should not be worried about a castle servant. Things were falling to a disastrous level, and it was my responsibility to bring them up. I did not understand what was happening, except that something needed to happen. That fool of a king wanted all the land for himself. We could come to an agreement which did not include killing more men, but I still have not gotten word back on whether or not he wanted to negotiate.

Mirabelle stirred in her sleep, and I began to watch her again. Her skin was very smooth and soft. It was pale, making the veins beneath it visible. I longed to trace my fingers over them and feel her blood traveling through easily. I could not help but feel desire towards her, but I knew that I could not simply ask her or even make an attempt at it because she would shut me out.

She began to wake, slowly, taking her time as her mind and her body climbed at the same pace. When she was ready, she opened her eyes.

"Good morning." I whispered.

"Oh no." she said, sitting up suddenly.

"What is the matter?"

"I fell asleep!" She cried, standing up and looking for her slippers. "I was not suppose to!"

"Mirabelle, it is alright. No one is going to punish you for it." I assured her, finding my discarded nightshirt at the end of the bed. I placed it on.

"What are they going to think when they see me leaving in my night dress?" She asked, more to herself than to me.

"Mirabelle..." I wanted an excuse to keep her around longer, but she seemed desperate to leave. I did not know she worried of the opinion of other's.

I opened my mouth to say something, but the door bursted open, revealing Borin. "My King..." his voice faded out as he took in the scene. The maid I had asked him to retrieve for me a while ago, in her night clothes, looking rather disheveled. "Forgive me for intruding."

"What is the news?" I asked him bluntly. Any mood I had been yesterday, and gentleness I had discovered within myself had snaked its way back into my blackened heart. It ended with Mirabelle, who was turned with her back towards us, braiding her hair quickly.

"Andrew has sent his message, and we have received it." he informed me. I sat at the edge of the bed and waited patiently. Mirabelle opened the door and slipped out, and with her she took the last sliver of human emotions with me.

Andrew was the king of the Southlands. I did not call him king, because he was damned fool, and I was a king. My father, who had died at the hand of fighting the soldiers for that king, all because he was silly and selfish. Oh how I longed to get my hands on him. If he received the same violence that Merek had, it would seem like a blessing.

"Tell me," I ordered.

"He wishes for you to marry his daughter."

I could not help but laughed out loud. "Marry his whore of a daughter? Marry her, give her a child, so his filthy bloodline can continue, in my land? In my father's land?" I stood up. Borin took a step back.