My King

Chapter 25 - Where Queen of hearts walks.

Chapter 25 - Where Queen of hearts walks.

Alaska Morris

Watching Marcys unfold his true self was what I would call beautiful, but beautiful doesn't come close to justifying the glory we witnessed. It was magical and mesmerizing.

It was bloody and scary, but still so magnificent. He illuminated the battlefield with his inner light, as his true nature took over. I've never seen anything of that sort before, but Marcys is also unlike anything I've ever met. He's like an unread chapter of an ancient book, just waiting to be unlocked and discovered.

Unknown to those around me, I had visited him almost every week since our first encounter, when he was locked in the underground. I was hooked at first glance. He is the most gorgeous man I've ever laid my eyes upon. He has this dark aura surrounding him, giving him a gloomy spark, that lured me in and left me defenseless against the enchantment he put upon me. Besides his otherworldly beauty, he was also an interesting character, and I wanted to know every little thing about him. I wanted to listen to the stories his life had granted him.

As you looked upon him, you could clearly see the ancient, locked book, he emerged from. He had a lifetime of stories to tell, and I wanted to listen intensely and hang on to every word he uttered. I wanted to read the first and last sentence of the book called, Marcys life. Even though he never once spoke to me, all those times I visited him, I kept coming back for some unknown reason. I was simply and absolutely intrigued.

It was like he had cast a spell on me, that haunted me day and night with his constant presence, and I couldn't sway it or compete with its power. I still remember how he looked at me blankly, as I sat outside his cell. He would sometimes give me an arched eyebrow or a grunt when I had my one-way street conversations with him.

The deep scars that lingered on the surface of his soft skin, told a different story. A story about abandonment and cruel survival. He had survived on his own for centuries, and I couldn't refrain from admiring that greatly. He was a strong character, and it showed in the way he carried himself, and the strong exterior he had built. I was raised in the kingdom, and have never known the struggles, that he faced and endured every single day.

He was a fighter.

I remember all the times, I would pace outside Luka' office, having an internal battle with myself. I debated if I should tell him about my discovery of the man, that had stolen my heart. I wanted to share my experience with the Savage born and tell him all about the man that had ripped his way to my heart, but I also wanted to be selfish. Keep him as my own little selfish dirty secret, my own personal treasure, I had found underground. I didn't want to share him. I love Luka, as a brother, but I have always harvested some envy towards him.

He was born with a golden spoon in his ass. He got everything he wanted, he was spoiled rotten, especially by his mother. I was always second when it came to us, and at some point, I didn't really care anymore. I had grown used to it, and it didn't nag me as much as it did in the beginning, but when Marcys came around, it was different. I wanted, needed, to keep him for myself. I never blamed Luka for any of it. It wasn't his fault he was born royal, and I wasn't. He was simply born into a royal family, how could I ever resent him for that.

I couldn't - Even though I wanted to, sometimes.

In the end it didn't really matter, since my friend was destined to be with the man I fell in love with. He was never mine to begin with. I love my life, and I'm so lucky for all the things I have been given, but I can't help the looming feeling of betrayal, heartache and agonizing pain. It heavies my chest every day, hanging above my head like a dark rainy cloud. Every time I see them together, a part of myself is broken and left behind. I force a smile, a coy laugh and a mischievous smirk every damn day, and it's exhausting. I want to feel like myself again. I want to feel warmth fill my chest from the inside, and feel my strength come back to me.