The Archangel's Search

Therefore what God has joined together, let no one separate - Mark 10:9

Seraphina

 The party was to be held in the soldiers’ tavern; the one where she shared a meal with Michael. As she adjusted her white and gold chiffon gown and gold cornet, she wondered whether Michael and the others were ready to go. She wanted to put forth a united front, despite how she felt about Michael.

The gossip was that Michael and Seraphina were having trouble in their short marriage, which was not so far from the truth. Another piece of gossip said that Michael was going to replace Seraphina with Melody. Though that piece of ridiculous was utterly impossible…Seraphina could’ve helped being annoyed about it and hurt.

Impossible, she kept on telling herself but a rational side told her that Michael’s pursuit will not hold on forever.

Eventually, he will fine a willing woman who will love him and cherish him and-

Seraphina suddenly shook her head to push away the rational voice in her head, which she knew was speaking the truth.

“But that’s what YOU want”, she said to her reflection in the mirror and pointing at it to emphasize her point. “You want him to leave…to leave you alone”.

Somehow, she didn’t sound as persuasive as she was before and grew annoyed at that.

Why didn’t she hate him as passionately as she did on the day of their wedding? Seraphina’s brows pinched together as she tried to contemplate her change. Was it the kiss? It was something out of this universe that even Seraphina couldn’t describe. The more she thought about it, the more confused she got about her and Michael.

She fiddled with her hair as her thoughts about the kiss turned to thoughts about her husband, topless and sweaty as he pushed himself to beyond his limits. Today, he was magnificent; a great specimen of an archangel, Seraphina admitted with red and embarrassed cheeks.

She arched to touch his bronze skin, which glistered from his sweat and water that Gabriel threw at him. At training today, she wanted to throw down her position as Commander and be his wife and wash away the mud that splattered on his magnificent chest and massage the arch that his body felt. She desperately wanted to do that!

“What is wrong with me?” Seraphina helplessly asked herself and shook her head to awaken her senses.

Finally convinced that she would only ruin her hair if she tried to adjust it more, Seraphina grabbed the chest of hand-picked golden daggers and proceeded down the stairs.

The daggers were made from the finest swords master in the Gloria and each was unique as they were made in accordance to the 5 angels’ measurements. On the ground floor stood Michael, who was impeccably dressed in his white and gold robe. He stared at her as she walked down the stairs who was trying to look anywhere except at her husband.

Her skin tingled as he looked her up and down and Seraphina was unable to stop the blush that surfaced. Finally, she reached the ground floor and still he didn’t say anything. As time ticked by, Seraphina finally looked up at her handsome husband.

She noticed that he still hadn’t cut his hair or shave off the full beard. It made him look older and the beard hid his chiselled jaw. “You look beautiful”, Michael finally sighed out and took the heavy chest out of her hands. He lifted his hand to touch her face but Seraphina dodged the attempt and took a shy step back from him. After failing to convince herself that it didn’t matter if Michael looked towards another woman, Seraphina knew that his touch will only undo her determination for an annulment even more.

She saw his face cringed in sadness and her heart, for ONLY a microsecond, swelled up in pity. Maybe you should at least give him a chance, said the saintly side of her. He is trying, the poor guy.