Though it was just a simple feathery touch of our lips on each other, my heart felt like it would jump out of my heart at any moment. His lips are so warm.
The sudden round of applause awakened me from my trance and I slowly leaned back and stared at my husband.
He was wearing a dark suit with a black shiny cloak hooked with a simple chain at the front draped over his shoulders. The Cloak settled on the floor after him, giving him an aura I couldn't dissipate, maybe I won't be getting a divorce then.
I blushed scarlet when I realized I've been ogling him and hesitantly raised my eyes to look at him.
He wasn't looking at me, no. He was now facing the crowd with that same blank face. I felt my heart clench at the absurd act of it, wasn't I worth looking at?.
He hasn't made eye contact with me for less than five seconds in the last few minutes that we've seen each other for the first time.
My mother always told me I was beautiful. Was that all a lie?.
I gulped down the hurt and slowly turned to face the crowd like him and the music kicked in again as we descended down the altar.
The cheers and applause increased as I trotted slowly beside his Majesty. I smiled slightly as my eyes roamed around the unfamiliar faces, trying to find a familiar one.
I spotted my mother very soon enough, she was also looking at me but she was saying something.
My eyebrows furrowed in confusion as I tried to understand what she was trying to do. Her elbow was pointed out making her look really weird. She was mouthing some words. After a few seconds, I understood.
Hold him.
That's what she was saying. I realized she wanted me to hold him by the elbow as a normal newly wedded couple would, but since we weren't normal, I guess it escaped our minds. I slowly inched closer to him and clutched my hand unto his arm.
if he noticed, he didn't seem fazed. I wanted to pout at his uncaring attitude, why won't he give me attention?. I'm his wife for fucks sake.
We walked further out the hall and the crowd and noise reduced. There were flowers thrown all around our paths as we made our way out of the palace where a limousine was waiting for us.
Of course, we have to get back to Elsmore today. We stopped at the door of the car to speak with my mother. She kissed king Zuriel on both cheeks with a wide smile as a greeting.
"Your Majesty, it's been an honor."
"Likewise." He replied curtly.
"I'm sure you won't be disappointed."
What does that even mean?
King Zion only nodded in response before resuming our walk to the car.
"Don't forget everything I've taught you. Do not disappoint me Arabella." My mother made sure to whisper to me before I was practically dragged away by my husband.
A guard opened the door and he went in first. Does the King have no courtsy?, Cause what the hell happened to ladies first?.
I stalled for a moment and immediately entered after him without wasting any other awkward moment. My dress was a hassle as I tried to fit it all in the car, by the time I was done, I was heaving like I'd just ran a hundred miles.
I sighed in relief as I felt the cold air of the air conditioner hit my skin. At least I wouldn't be having heat stroke before we get to Elsmore. The cheers died out as the limo slowly made it's way out of the kingdom.
I felt my breath caught in my throat as a sudden realization dawned upon me. I was leaving Elixir, my home, my birthplace. I grew up here, this is my home, but now I'm leaving to a completely unfamiliar kingdom where I've never been. Will the king ever let me visit?.
I took a shakey breath and tried to calm down, but I couldn't. Not when it was only me and him in the car. The small window that lead to the driver's seat was already closed, to give is privacy I believe. But what was I supposed to do now that I'm alone with him?.
I slowly trailed my eyes up to look at him. He was sitting opposite me, a few feets forward, working on a laptop I didn't notice there before. His majestic crown was now set on a small table as he worked on the laptop. His dark brown hair was ruffled making look possibly hotter as his stone cold gaze was fixed on the screen of the laptop.
I wonder what he was doing that couldn't wait till tomorrow. Isn't he as pressed as I am?, Cause right now I'm a nervous wreck. Of course my mother taught me everything I needed to do to get ready for the first night with my husband but I knew so damn well that I wasn't ready for shit. I can't even make steady eye contact with Him.
I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and tried to get his attention.
"Your Majesty." I said softly.
It took him fifteen seconds which felt like hours before he was able to tear his gaze away from the screen and slowly look at me, making direct eye contact.
"I-uh...." I trailed off.
What was I going to say?.
"Are you going to say something or you're just gonna stutter all day?, I haven't got the time Princess Arabella.'
I flinched at voice. Believe me, it wasn't his voice that had me flinching, it was the tone of his voice.
Did I do something wrong?
He sounds really angry.
Even though he looked everything but angry, I could very much tell he wasn't happy with me.
"It's nothing your majesty." I muttered, almost a whisper.
He gave no reply and continued whatever he was doing on his laptop. I ignored the clench in my heart and tried to look like I wasn't affected by his absurd behavior.
Keyword. Tried.
I feel fucking miserable. I need to call my mother immediately I get back home and I need my phone.
Home. Right, ugh. When are we getting to Elsmore anyway? I chose not to ask his Majesty and not make a fool of myself as I stared out the window of the car, looking at the unfamiliar scenery passing by.