My Love, Please Kill Me

[pt.15] The Unspoken and The Departure

“Oh!” I bowed down apologetically, “Forgive me for detaining you, My Lord..”

“Don’t apologize.” He smiled. He walked up to the door and opened it, holding it for me as I exited the room. Lord Raphael closed the door after him and stood in front of me, saying, “I am the one who should apologize to you..for bringing you this bad news..”

I shook my head. “No, I am grateful you tell me the truth, My Lord..no matter how bitter it is..” I replied in cracked voice.

He leaned slightly towards me and placed his hand on my shoulder, stroking it gently. “I don’t know how shocked you are..but you should just rest for today, you don’t have to work.” He said. “And if you stick with your decision..meet me tonight at the stable.”

I nodded and murmured thank you.

Then we headed for opposite directions; Lord Raphael went to the King’s hall, and I intended to go to the infirmary, despite his advice to rest. I was hoping that working would distract my troubled mind for a while. I needed that. I had received too much information in such a short period of time and it felt like my head’s going to burst.

As I was pacing slowly, someone suddenly grabbed my waist from behind and lifted up my body. I shrieked. “My Lord!” I gasped when I realized it was my husband, Lord Mikael. My heart started thumping wildly; Since when did he stand behind me?

He started walking fast-paced while carrying me, and I could do nothing but to wrap my arms around his neck. “Is there something you wish to tell me?” muttered Lord Mikael, loud enough for me to hear. He didn’t look at me, but I could see from his expression that he was irritated and upset. And jealous.

I stiffened. Did he saw me with Lord Raphael? Did he hear what we were talking? No, it couldn’t be. It’s highly unlikely for Lord Mikael to do something as despicable as eavesdropping. Besides, if he knew I was…no, I couldn’t say it. It’s too horrible.

“So you choose to confide your secrets to Raphael, instead to me?” he said icyly, before I could even answer his first question . The coldness in his voice made me want to cry.

“My Lord..I think you misunderstand..” I replied, my voice quavering.

“Oh, I do, don’t I?” he hissed sarcastically.

“Yes..” I spoke in a whisper, my eyes were brimming with tears. “I was talking to Lord Raphael about some potions he is developing..” I lied, feeling awful. I hated not to tell him the truth, but I just couldn’t reveal it to him; how could I?? I was afraid of what his reaction might be. I couldn’t bear seeing his love for me turned into hatred.

“Sure you were.” Snapped Lord Mikael, indicating that he didn’t believe a word I said. I was a lousy liar.

At that time we had reached his palace, and some maids that we encountered were staring at us in complete curiosity after they made bows. I felt my cheeks burned in embarrassment, but Lord Mikael was oblivious to our surroundings.

“My Lord..I don’t understand why you are so upset…” I said warily.

He pouted—if only he’s not mad, I would think he’s cute. “I’m not upset.” He growled, “I’m perfectly fine. I’m fine with your hiding things from me; I’m fine with the fact that you don’t trust me enough.”

“That’s not true!” I cried desperately.

Finally he looked at me, and forced a smile. A painful one. And it hurted my heart. “Sure. I’m just rambling.” He said, still with the sarcastic tone. I barely noticed we had reached his chamber already—Lord Mikael kicked the door open.