King Edward (Ed Sheeran)

Chapter 9

YOU GUYS ARE SO FACKING CLOSE TO FIGURING EVERYTHING OUT, but everyone always goes wrong with one thing. Not even my bestie and main girl zariiixo knows.

Chapter 9--Edward

I awoke to feeling Mirabelle trapped against me, her face pressing into my chest. I felt overheated, so I gently moved away from her. Perhaps last night I had made an irreparable mistake. I had made love to her, and despite all the cautions I should have taken, the same ones I took with Godivia, I let my passion get the best of me. Asking her to marry me was not the product of the fact that I knew I had made a mistake, not in the slightest bit. It was simply because I loved her, and I trusted her to be queen.

As soon as I exited the bed, Mirabelle was up, mumbling something, looking for her clothing. "No, lie back down," I told her. She looked adorable, with her messy hair and face still half asleep. "You no longer have to complete any of those chores."

She pushed her hair back, looking at me sheepishly. "Alright, My King."

"And you do not have to call me that anymore. Simply call me Edward now." I sat back on the bed and touched her face, feeling her soft cheeks beneath my fingertips. I leaned forward and kissed her softly.

The door swung open suddenly, revealing a panicked Matthew and Borin. Mirabelle pulled the blanket closer to her naked body. "Damn, you are not dead." Matthew said flatly.

"Get out and give me a moment, will you?" I demanded at them. Borin, ever the disappointed old man, left with Matthew and shut the door. I place on clean clothes. "I will be back with more clothes for you. I will send someone to make you a bath, but wait here," I told Mirabelle, who was placing on her slip. I kissed her shoulder, breathing her in, enjoying all that she was.

"Alright," she said, touching my face. I felt happier than I had in a long time, and I thought for sure that the happiness had completely died from my life. She revived it, however.

I climbed from the bed and left the room, finding Matthew and Borin standing just besides it, next to the guards, who were not there last night. In fact, where had they been?

"You are by far the...most idiotic person I know." Matthew said, stressing every word.

"My King, you said that you were not seeing the girl in that way." Borin said. His thinning grey hair had seemed to disappear more the more he dealt with me.

"From now on, neither of you will say a fucking word about her," I said angrily, making Borin flinch. "Because after I marry her, she will be higher in rank than the both of you!"

"You are marrying her now?" Matthew asked. "No! You can not do that! You-you will not do that, Edward!" He said, finally dropping the careless facade that he usually upheld in other to make himself seem as if he were the larger man.

"And why should I not?" I tested him. "I love her! But I do not have to explain myself to the likes of you!"

Matthews face was nearly the same color as his hair, which was also red, only darker. "Your days are limited." He reminded me, but I no longer felt that way. Whatever Yelda had given to me had worked its way into my bloodstream, and I felt strong, invincible even. My body felt to light for my own strength, and walking seemed as if I had suddenly become weightless. I wanted to test out my new strength, and I wanted to do it on Matthew. However, I let him believe what he wanted.

"You had better rethink that," I said, moving past the both of them.

I found Reynald, the same moment he found me, clutching a letter. "What does it say?" I asked him. His face looked pale.