Ig this is another 'royal' AU or Smth like that
Idk anymore;^;
Some angst
Enjoy
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Ever since we got married. He barely spoke to me.
Not a pep. Not a word. Not even a whisper.
He was always silent. We used to share a room, but that was it. Just sharing. He wouldn't say anything.
So I got my own room after that.
I doubted he even cared.
I'd see him every morning, I'd say 'Good morning' yet I got no response.
I see him at night. I'd say 'Goodnight' I only got a quiet hum in response.
It was like this everyday.
Now that I think about it. I doubt he'd ever look at me. He never had, not at the wedding, not at any ceremony, not at a Ball. Not when hed walk into the training grounds. Not even when we used to share a room.
His eyes were always glued elsewhere. Either in a book, paperwork, visitors.
Infact the most physical contact we made was when i held his arm walking into every ceremony, like every couple should.
That's it. He'd brush me off after.
He left me alone.
I couldn't do anything. I doubt if I even tried it would do nothing.
So I left him alone.
It was fine. We were fine that way.
Until that day. He looked at me. He came to me, wanting an heir. I was shocked, his voice soft when he spoke to me.
That was the first interaction we had in years.
But he wanted an heir. So I granted that wish.
I held him close that night. Knowing it would be the last.
But it was fine.
I gave him an heir. A son. I saw the way he looked at him. He'd never done that with me.
He thanked me. With a smile on his face.
I offered him my own. It warmed my soul to see.
It made us happy.
So it was fine.
But I was foolish, a fool to think he'd be alittle kinder to me.
I thought we made progress. He acknowledged me. Yet he refused to look at me the same again, he refused to give me his time.
We never shared a bed again. He never held me again. He never told me he loved me.
Our son was the priority. His happiness was my priority. So I focused on him instead. And so did he
And we were happy that way.
So it was fine...
It was fine...
Then I caught him. At a Ball. Hosted by his brother, Dream was his name.
I walked into the garden. Taking a break from the party.
I saw him there. My husband, Nightmare.
I would've excused myself out. But I witnessed. My husband and someone else. Another royal perhaps. In the garden alone together.
Killer was what I believed his name to be.
I watched as they stood together.
I saw the way my husband looked at him. I saw the way Killer looked at him.
It was clear to me then. That his heart was for another.
He never held me that way.
He never looked at me that way.
He never spoke to me that way.
He never kissed me that way.
He never loved me that way.
He never loved me at all.
Even after all I've done for him.
It was all made clear.
All I did was watch as my tears rolled down my face. It felt cold.
This betrayal shouldn't have hurt me. atleast not so much.
There was never anything between us.
After I opened myself to him. There was never anything there for me.
Only for him.
They never noticed me standing there. Not that it mattered. I doubt he would've cared anyways.
Even if there was nothing like this mentioned in our vows.
I couldn't be angry. We were wed to do our jobs. Nothing more. Nothing less.
But how happy he look next to him.
I could only smile through my tears.
'If it makes you happy. Then its fine..'
We never interacted after that. I never didn't anything other than give a nod or a smile.
I focused on my son completely.
And it was fine.
If it makes you happy, then it's fine.
If he makes you happy, then it's fine.
If we stay like this, then it's fine..
If you're happy..I'm happy.
If you found your happiness, then it's fine.
I'm fine.
