𝐄𝐠𝐲𝐩𝐭

𝟏𝟖

𝐋𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐚 "𝐄𝐠𝐲𝐩𝐭" 𝐌𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚

He's gone.

I can't believe he's really fucking gone.

Just like that, within a blink of an eye, my fairytale bubble too, has popped.

Each day for the week that has followed the end of Roman's stay here, I have been nothing but a bitter bitch, to say the least.

I wanted nothing more than to go on a private jet of my own to follow said man, but my rationale completely shot down that idea the millisecond it crept into my mind.

One week turned into two weeks, thus turned into a month, and I was seen throwing the plastic stick at my bathroom mirror, almost shattering the glass.

Was it wrong of me to have some kind of inkling of attachment to that man I knew only for ten days?

The psychotic nature of my being thought that me bearing his child would be a blessing in disguise.

Imagine my disappointment when that pissy stick resulted in a negative outcome, and my period also starting the following day.

No one, not even myself, could make sense of why I would ever want my life to go down that path, especially in the royal position I'm in, a wedding would have to happen immediately.

Was it the dick? Had to be.

One month turned into two and that subtle ache in my chest never faltered, whenever that man plagued my brain, I would visibly wince at the thoughts. The atmosphere in Canan subtly changed from its deathly hot summer to a stagnant autumn, finally inviting that winter breeze I have learned to love, but couldn't seem to enjoy.

I needed a change, some other form of release than the coping mechanisms I have subdued myself to the past eight weeks.

I've heard the whispers from the citizens and the not-so-subtle chatter from my family on how ill-mannered and unpleasant I have been lately, and I have had no gall in me to care or apologize for said actions.

When the wretched feeling of longing for the sophisticated criminal starts to arise in me all over again, my mind always drifts back to a phrase he has told me more than once.

"I'm here for a good time, not a long one."

Just thinking of how that sentence slipped through his plump lips that, not too much later, were attached to the second set of my own has me withering in defeat.

From the more frequent and intense training, my surprise appearances in the Canaian party scene, and my absence at many important meetings showed my father and siblings that something had to give.

So of course, when Chief half-heartedly mentioned his failure to be able to make it to some "Winter Gala" in New York, I practically jumped out of my seat with an outburst to volunteer my attendance.