Just As We Were Married (COMPLETED)

Chapter Thirty (End)

"Our session for today is finished now, your highness," Marinette's therapist spoke as she packed up. "I will see you again on Thursday. I hope your stomach bug will go away soon."

Marinette gave the nice woman a smile before she allowed herself to be led into the castle by a guard.

When she was alone in her room, she curled up on the bed and let out a sigh. It was almost two months since she started therapy and she's happy to say that there has been a lot of progress.

There was one thing missing though.

That thing was Adrien. He was allowed to write letters and she received a letter from him each week, but she didn't receive a letter from him last week and this week was almost finished and she had yet to receive a letter.

She was worried sick. Had something happened to him over there? Did they stop him from sending letters? Did he...

A knock on the door pulled her out of her thoughts. When Alya pushed her head inside the room, Marinette's eyes lit up a bit.

"Why are you looking so down in the dumps?" Alya pouted, closing the door behind her and stepping into the room.

"It's nothing, Alya," Marinette answered, forcing a smile.

"Since it's nothing, I'll just leave with this," The duchess said, pulling out a familiar looking gold envelope from behind her back. Marinette's eyes widened anxiously. "You have no need for this then. I'll just dispose of it." Alya waved her off and turned to leave.

"Wait!" Marinette shouted and Alya halted with a secret smirk.

"Yes, your highness?"

"You do not need to dispose of the letter. I have been awaiting it," Marinette said, running her fingers through her hair. She had been letting it down more often these days.

"Really?" Alya asked and Marinette nodded eagerly. When she saw the pain in her best friend eyes, all playfulness left her and she quickly handed the blunette the letter.

Marinette gave her a smile and slowly opened the envelope.

Hello, Princess. It has been a while since the last time you heard from me, hasn't it? Well I was locked up last week, so I wasn't able to send you a letter. I sort of got into a fight and broke someone's arm and was punished for it (which was unfair since I was not in the wrong). I may be staying here for a little longer than three months because of that. That was really stupid of me. I should have used my brain before I acted.
Please don't cry, Mari. It will all be fine. You are almost finished with therapy and I hope you're making good progress. Please remember that I love you and I'll try to make it home as quick as I can. I love you, Marinette.

Marinette gripped the paper in her hands as she read each word over and over again.

Alya came over to sit beside Marinette.

"He's so stupid sometimes. I just want to slap him," Marinette said, her voice cracking at the end. "He always gets himself into certain situations."

She leaned her head onto Alya's shoulder and tears spilled from her eyes. She then remembered Adrien's words.

"Please don't cry, Mari."

She silently scoffed. How dare he tell her not to cry after something like that?

"He'll be home soon. I just know it," Alya patted her head.

'i hope you're right, Alya,' The Princess thought, closing her eyes.