The Rise of Women

Secrets and Misconceptions

As I entered my room, I quickly scanned my surrounding, hoping that Michael would still be sitting there. All at once a wave of disappointment hit me, as no one was there.

I slowly walked over to my bed and sat down on the side. Of course he would leave, he was just waiting for a reason to come up so that he could.

Michael was the love of my life, and while he would say he loved me often, I was not convinced. This may seem petty and shocking to you, as the Princess of Ireland should not feel doubt and/or distress. Somehow, though, with him, as "cliché" as it may sound, I was just another woman. I did not come with a title when I was around him, I was not expected to be perfect, confident, or act like someone I am not around him. I liked, no, loved who I was when I was around Michaelangelo. I loved that he made me a better, more real person than who I was in my mother's presence.

As I sunk deeper into my thoughts, I did not hear the door to my quarters open. I still did not hear as the person made his way to my bed. I still did not hear as Michael sat down next to me and grasped my hand, pulling it to his lips.

I looked over at him, and he smiled softly at me.

Looking down, he said, "I'm sorry that I left. There was business to be taking care of."

The fact that he didn't tell me what business was stored in the back of my mind.

"I'm just glad you came back. I... I thought you were looking for an excuse to leave..."

Michael, admittedly, a bit roughly, grabbed my face with his hands. He looked me straight in the eyes, and I could feel waves of anger coming off of him.

"Why do you think so lowly of yourself?! Why do you not understand how precious you are?! Before you, I had no sun, and I was left in pitch darkness. After I met you, there has been nothing but sunshine. Even when I was getting beaten, even if I just wanted to die, I would think of you and I would hold on for one more day, one more week, one more month, one more year. You are my world, my universe, nothing can compare to you."

By the end of his speech, tears were running down my face and a smile so wide that if felt as if my head would split in half. Before I could say something in return, Michael kissed me with so much passion I was drowning in it. After my shock wore off, I grasped him firmly and kissed him back just as hard. His tongue slipped in between my lips, and I let him, willingly. My hands wandered down his chest, and I undid a button on his shirt, soon slipping my hand underneath and resting it on the skin that was just revealed. His hands left my face and slowly traveled to my back. I felt him fumbling with the laces to my dress, and was just about to help him when -

Someone knocked on the door.

I groaned loudly, voicing my frustration and called loudly for the person to come in, not bothering to change Michael's and I's position.

Marshall entered, and looked at us, before laughing in amusement and clapping.

"Damn, do I wish I had bought tickets for this lovely show!"

"What do you require, Marshall?" I asked, annoyance clear in my voice.

He pretended to wipe a tear from his eyes, before speaking.

"Sorry, M'lady, but I came to tell Michael that he had received a response from-!"

"THANK YOU, MARSHALL," Michael said, unnecessarily loud, hurrying to remove my hand from his shirt and rebutton it. The two were up and out of the room before I could form a coherent thought.