I did not come out of my room the next day. Philip told everyone I was ill and did not want to be disturbed, not even by my nurse.
I was ill indeed, in my heart. I found myself just staring into the fireplace, not bothering to notice as it slowly died down into smoldering ashes.
It was like my mind would not let me comprehend what he had tried to do to me. The grief would be too much to bear. Instead, I relived happy memories, one of which stood out to me long after I went to bed.
We had sat in the garden, completely alone, walled in by hedges. And we had talked of the future.
"What will you do now that I am King of Vampyria?" he asked, idly taking my hand. "You know I can't stay here all the time."
"Maybe I shall do as my mother did," I replied with a lazy smile. "Though I shall wait until I have an heir. Perhaps when Victoria comes of age I will simply go to your court and fall in love with it, and rule beside you, as my mother and father do in Phoenicia."
"Nine years is such a long time to wait!" he had sighed.
I smiled. How dangerous to think of the future. One horrid event could change it forever.
But what a lovely future it might have been.
 LadyAlisyn · Thu Jul 30, 2009 @ 03:33pm · 0 Comments |
