The Courtier

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THE COURTIER
Third Person

For the next two days, Beth Castings has watched the couple. Watched their every move, their longing stares from across the room, but they never shared an ounce of words to each other. Perhaps, it was her fault on that one.

She has noticed Josephine is no longer sharing smiles with anyone, she was completely broken and there was no way to fix the mess she had made. The Queen has grown rather curious of what is going on with her own courtier, but also King Jaxson is concerned for the mental health of his courtier.

Ugene stayed up late at the palace's bar, soaking in good whiskey before plummeting to bed with hopes of his doe eyed girl to come rescue him, but her door always stayed shut and locked.

He has tried.

King Jaxson knew he shall get to the bottom of this, but he did not know where to begin. Queen Arabella did not wish to snoop, but she has gotten rather close to her courtier and to see her so broken-hearted about her love, Arabella wishes to order her to do as she wishes.

Again, she did not wish to push on the matter.

Beth Castings does not speak to anyone neither. She did not know if it was guilt that was eating her alive or jealousy that she felt for her sister that caught the gentleman she wished for.

What would Ugene do to her once he finds out about this little secret? She thought, and that is when fear wraps her whole being and chokes her until she can no longer breathe.

♡ Ugene ♡

Alcohol was never my thing to escape reality for a moment, but it has become my favorite thing to do recently, trying to numb the pain coming from my aching chest. Another lonely night in the bar of the palace and I have almost dried out all of the whiskey the King had recently ordered from across the seas.

The doors open of the bar, Bridger and Jaxson have managed to find their way in and they quietly sit on either side of me.  I lean against the bar with my elbows and a glass cup raised in my hand, I raise my drink up to the gentleman whom help themselves to a drink, knowing the deep talk was about to stern well.

But to my surprise, they do not utter words to me. They simply drink from their glass, and give each other knowing looks that they think I cannot see.

"Nerves getting the best of you a few days before your wedding?" I chuckle, the alcohol slowly going to my brain and I can no longer process my thoughts before speaking. I just speak.

"Just wishing to have a night with my good friends before I am off to wed the light of my world," he mutters, downing his drink.

Good friends. He refers to his good friends to Jaxson and I.

"I am truly happy for you, really." Sarcasm is clear in my voice, but not at all I was angry with him for marrying Serena, I was simply jealous that he gets to have the love of his life forever.

A hand clasps onto my shoulder, shaking me. Bridger looks at me, not taking my words to heart because he can see through me. He knows. "Thank you."

True happiness radiates off the gentlemen squishing me which has me feeling a bit nauseous. My palm rubs against my jaw, not liking the jealousy that I am currently feeling.

All I can picture is Josephine in a white dress looking radiating under the sunlight as always walking towards me. Me.

Me, Ugene Chesire.

Only in my dreams. Rotted, failed, broken dreams.

"Why does it smell pathetic here?" Bridger suddenly remarks causing me to glare at the sight of him. Alright, I am already over his presence invading my space. "Oh, it must be you."