Chosen

~11~

The king is seated in his glorious bedroom, consisting of a master bed with purple linen sheets and a duvet, a dresser, walk-in closet and a dressing table, crafted in cream coloured hard wood with gold finishes. The orange lights reflected by the diamonds on the chandelier, bring out the beauty of the large oil paintings on the cream walls.

The king's demeanour is quite ironical to the mood of the master bedroom as his brows furrow in worry and his eyes are filled with fear.

The queen enters the room carefully and contemplates speaking with the king, with much self persuasion she decides to start a conversation.

Samantha's (The Queen) P.O.V

"Jude, can we talk?"

"No" he deadpans.

"Look, i know you're worried but things aren't going to get any better if you keep worrying"

"Samantha, this isn't the time." He says firmly.

"When is it ever the time?" I respond sharply.

He opens his mouth in attempt to speak but closes it right after.

"You don't speak to me anymore and every time I try to talk to you, you shut me out" i turn to look him in the eyes, tears beginning to form in mine and brittleness envelopes my voice.

"When.. did it...all go wrong, Jude? We told each other everything, we never missed date nights, we would stroll to the beach during sunsets...you told me you loved me but it feels like it's all slipping away..Jude say something ..anything".

My eyes are locked on his and all I see is fear wrapped up in anger. My heart sinks when his eyes become shuttered and his voice hardens.

"Just leave" he responds.

I almost lose my balance at the sound of his words as my face burns with heat like I've just been slapped across the face.

"Leave?! Just leave?"

"You heard correctly"

"No! No I won't! I've been holding it in for twenty years. Twenty years Jude! Hoping that one day you'll come to your senses and realize that our marriage was breaking apart but you were too focused on destroying other kingdoms for your selfish gain!" I yell anger bursting through my words.

He gets up immediately, looks straight into my eyes, his fists white from clenching them and his eyes burn with rage.

"Get out" he says gritting his teeth in silent fury.

Fear grips my mouth but the words come out before deciding against it.

"I'm not leaving!"

I'm about to speak, fueled by the courage left in me when it happens.

He hit me.

"I said get out!" He says, eyes greatly dilated, muscles contracted and veins bursting out of their hiding place.

"Jude.."

He lands another slap but this time he doesn't stop.

I try to scream for help but my voice fades away as his punches increase and all I can see are those dead vicious merciless eyes.