Limerence

Chapter IX- Knowing Someone

guess who's back. 

for some reason, the paragraphs didn't ident and I'm too lazy to go through this all and fix it, so

also, this story might switch to present tense halfway through so just ignore it, it's literally been a year since the last chapter so y'all should probably go reread 

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      After what felt like hours, you stirred. Everything ached and a deep hollowness resided within you. The skin around your eyes was puffy and swollen— from all the crying. It seemed you had exhausted yourself out with your tears, your emotions squeezed your heart too much that you had to rest. The time was indiscernible, only a soft light filtering from the closed balcony blinds: but it wasn't like it was easy to tell the time of day in the Camelot realm anyway. Just thinking about it made him fleet through your mind, and your chest squeezed at the thought of what occurred earlier. You sniffled and pulled the blankets tighter over you. However, by the faint scents of cherry and mahogany, you noticed his cape draped over you. There was a recollection of grabbing the long fabric during your flee from his throne room; you held the cape tighter from the memory. A sigh left your lips and you rolled over, curling up into a ball. Even through everything that had happened– all the conflicts, emotions, and... the intimacy– you still couldn't help but think of him. In some way, it seemed you had grown fond of him— you were actually beginning to care deeply for him.

     Nevertheless, there was still that deep annoyance and reluctance for being with him; the remaining disappointment in yourself for even agreeing to this whole arranged marriage. You wanted to hate him, you really did. Yet, you simply couldn't. There was a growing fondness swelling and surging within your heart—and there was nothing you could do to stop it. Instead, all your anger, frustration, and fear were for yourself. Throughout these experiences these past days, you were beginning to shift your torrential notions towards your own shortcomings. All of your citizens back at your kingdom were counting on you... and just what were you doing? Being mad at the one man who had the power and resources to help you? The only person who was kind, fair, and respectful? Yet, all you were doing was messing around, being stubborn, and simply not a queen.

    It was all too much to think about that you groaned and buried your head under the pillow as if you could hide from the world and your responsibilities. His familiar and comforting scent wafted around you in tantalizing clouds of cherrywood; you subconsciously snuggled deeper. His cape was still draped and tucked around you, as were the plush blankets and throws. You closed your eyes and thought of his face— his kindly, gentle violet eyes and soft, warm smile. He always laughed like windchimes, and talked so eloquently but with a reverent reserve for you.

    You sighed softly and turned your face to peek out of the bundled bed. Time was indiscernible but you knew you should get up; your stomach rumbled. It seemed all the... activities from earlier had made you hungry. With a sigh, you rolled out of bed. Just when you spaced off by the sliver of light from the drawn blinds, a soft knock at the door brought you from the haze. You straightened up and headed to the noise. His royal bedroom remained the same, slightly frazzled room as last night and this morning. Leatherbound books lined the shelves with various history, art, and stories. Plants big and small hung in front of stained glass windows in artisan pots and macrame hangers. Rich colors of a rainbow scattered across the hard wood floors from the multicolored windows. Every little decoration, accent— photo or sculpture— were beginning to be pieces of his life that were starting to become pieces of yours. You found comfort in his domestic environment, mostly because he seemed to always make space for you. It was in that moment that your heart squeezed with a longing for him.