Once Upon A [Hidden] Time - [Stolen] Series IV

CHAPTER 51

MYRA
30 JUNE 1415

After spending the entire day following the same routine of teaching the children, chaperoning Emma, attending the Council meeting, and attending the formal dinner, I was beyond exhausted.

I sat on the stairs outside, enjoying the glittering diamonds above me.

This was my 'me' time, where I didn't want any intrusion, not even from Edward. I could never get tired of it. It was splendid.

I stayed there for a while, the night growing cold around me, and I regretted not bringing my cloak outside again. Still, the beauty and warmth of the sky were enough to keep me cosy. The sky was the only common thing between this time and mine. I missed so many things from my past life—including my parents, Steve, my books, my personal hygiene items, and my sneakers so I could have a morning run. I missed things that I even took for granted, like chocolate (oh, how much I craved it), French fries, my sunglasses, a shower head (I was tired of bathing), my body lotions and face creams, my lip gloss, my phone, headphones, and so many more things to count. Yet, I was willing to sacrifice all of it for Edward.

He will hurt you. The witch's words rang in my ears. I wanted to erase them from my mind, and unhear what she had said, but there was nothing I could do to remove it. And deep in my heart, I had a feeling that she wasn't wrong.

Just as I thought of him, I felt his presence. I could feel him even with my eyes closed. His scent was rare.

He snuggled me close to him, wrapping his velvet cape over me like a blanket. I leaned onto his shoulder, enjoying the blissful night.

"Why do you not rest?" he asked.

I chuckled. He should know my answer, but I still said, "You know I like it here."

After a few minutes of silence, he said, "I saw what he sent you besides the medicine."

I sighed at his words, not sure what to say. "You went through my belongings?"

"Do you think we should be hiding things from each other?"

I looked up at him. "I wasn't hiding, Edward. It's something you wouldn't understand."

"Enlighten me, then," he urged.

I scratched my head, thinking. "It's personal."

"Personal enough that it involves him and not me?"

Oh, God! Why was he always so insecure?

"It's..." I thought again about how to word it. "You know how women have monthly courses?"

"Hmm?"

"It's related to it," I mumbled.

"You should know that I had a sister, too," he said, looking ahead across the grounds. "But I never saw this."

"So, what did she use in her days?"

"Cloths," he muttered, now shying away from the topic.

"This is like a cloth."

"It ain't look like a cloth to me."

"Umm..." How do I explain how tampons are used? "It goes inside the..."

He snapped his head at me. "Inside where?"

"You know, the same place..." Oh God! Was I blushing? I never shied away from this topic, but he was making me self-conscious.

"What place?"

I could have simply said vagina, but I hesitated. "When a man and a woman make love...that place—"