King Edward (Ed Sheeran)

Chapter 6

Chapter 6--Mirabelle

"Lord have mercy!" Someone shouted. My eyes flew opened and I found myself face to face with Ryia, who was hovering over my sleeping form. "I have been trying to wake you for a very long time! I thought you were dead!"

I rubbed my eyes, and sat up. "You are taking your sweet beloved time getting up! You have no idea how late you are running!"

Those words made me leap from the bed and rush to change out of my night. A large part of me did not want to get up to complete my daily chores, especially when I began to put together what happened last night. I was already considering myself to be a dead woman. Disobeying the king! Anything the king said became the law, and I broke the law. I was simply awaiting my short trial where I would be sentenced the guillotine.

Thinking about it that way made me move slower. Ryia had since left, not risking her well being for my already doomed soul. I dressed, tired up my hair, then went to collect the washing.

The king had already left by the time I reached his room. His bed was unmade and his curtains were not drawn. After checking the washroom, I determined that he had in fact left, so I couldn't spare myself any discomfort that would come from being around him.

After getting the washing done, I rushed to the kitchen, only to find that the tray had already been taken. The kitchen maids shouted at me for being late, which was rather normal, but I did not pay any mind to them. The more behind I managed to get, the more I stopped caring, because in my mind, there was nothing I could do about an already hopeless situation.

I so behind on my work that the king and I did not cross paths once, not to say that I was disappointed about that. It felt very nice to avoid him after what happened between us the night before, but I knew, as they did, good things must come to an end.

I unbraided my hair that night, pulling my fingers through it gently to untangle it. A knock on the door made my heart weakened, but I knew it was time to face all my problems. I stood up, met by the same nameless guard, only this time I was ready. He walked me to see the king, hurrying me along, mumbling something I could not hear.

The door was opened for me and I moved inside, staying flat against the door. "My king." I said, making myself known to him.

He was seated on his bed, facing the opposite direction, staring out the window, what he usually did when I came to see him. "Where were you today?" He asked me, his voice not welcoming or inviting on the least bit.

"I became behind on my chores--"

"Did you now?" He said, seemingly mocking me. He stood up and turned around. "I would be a fool not to know that you were avoiding me." I flattened myself against the door. "Do not mistake my kindness for weakness, Mirabelle. You have chores to take care of, ad you can not shirk them. I do not want to see another woman in my room, unless it is you."

"Yes, my king," I said, lowering my eyes to the floor.

"Do not try to win me over either, with your eyes, simply because you know you are beautiful. I want to be angry at you, but I simply can not." he said, glaring at me, burning with the intensity of his gaze. Winning him over with my eyes? I hardly believed that my eyes could do anything for me, besides see, but I never thought of them getting me out of trouble.

"Sit," he commanded, and I quickly did as I was told, sitting in the chair prepared for me besides his bed. He sat as well, his hands clasp together. "So you were angry at me last night?"

I did not want to come to terms with my actions. I wanted them to drift away, and let me continue my life with the last bit or normalcy I had, which was not much, I should add.