Not Worthy

NOWEL

Every scoop of hair my comb takes reminded me of how unworthy I am. I am not worthy of being a knight, not worthy of the throne, not worthy of being called a queen, not worthy of a real marriage, and not worthy enough for a kiss.

I fisted both my hands on the vanity table and let go of my comb. Tears began to build up in my eyes as I recalled last night's episode. When he held me and made me stare into those almost sincere eyes of his, he leaned forward and I thought maybe this kiss would be different from the wedding kiss. Maybe it would happen for hours non-stop or take my mind on a romantic daze---god! It didn't even happen!

He disappeared the moment he realized what he was about to do. Which tore my heart into pieces. I should have just submitted to the wishes of the royal court and married the prince of Babylon. At least he would be merciful enough to acknowledge that what we did at the altar was real. And a golden crown was placed on my head as a testimony of my forthcoming rule with the king. I sobbed.

''Your Highness!''

I quickly wiped my tears as Caroline barged in.

''What is it?" I asked when I saw the urgency in her eyes.

''It's His Majesty." She answered in one breath.

Michael? My heartbeat increased at the thought of him.

''What happened to him? Is he hurt?"

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I stepped in when the doors opened and I saw a lot of people gathered in the room with concern drawn on their faces. Even some of the members of the royal court were present.

''What is happening?" I whispered it to Caroline.

"I'm not sure." She breathed out behind me.

"Where is Michael, His Majesty?"

"Over there." She pointed out, somewhere around his bedside.

My heart ceased at the horrible thought of finding him sprawled out on the bed injured and helpless--no! He is alright. He would always be fine as long as I am here to protect him.

I made my way towards the front and all the color drained from my face. I...stopped breathing when my eyes met Michael kneeling beside an unconscious woman lying on his bed.

I blinked. What is going on here?

A physician was busy rubbing something pasty on the woman's pale and flawless skin. Her neck was wrapped around with clothes and it was stained with blood.

I was worried throughout and confused by what was going on.

Who is this woman lying down on my Gorgeous bed? And...is she dead?

''Your Majesty, she should be fine by sunrise.''

And a relieved sigh found its way out of Michael's lips. Which made me wonder who this woman was to make him sigh in that way. A past lover or a far relative?

Gorgeous gave the physician a nod as his eyes were glued to the woman on his bed.

After some time, The royal court and the physician left the room. Caroline came to me and asked, ''Your Highness, can I walk you to your room?''

I can't leave yet. My husband brought a mysterious young woman home at night and for weird reasons, his eyes had not left her body yet.

''Don't worry about me, Caroline. I will be fine. You can go.''

She nodded, and I waited until she had left the room before I began my drilling questions on Gorgeous.

''Michael?''

His cold eyes met mine, making my spine curl at the intensity of his stares.

''What happened? And who is she?''

''You don't need to be bothered about it." Was his cold reply, making me feel a stabbing sensation in my chest.

''Michael, you brought a strange and unconscious woman home. How should I not be bothered? Was she involved in an accident? How did you end up in this situation?" My voice sounded pained and pissed about everything. He had the liver in him to not answer my questions and tried to dismiss me.

''Michael, I might not be a wife to you but can't you see me as a person that sincerely cares about you?"

He scoffed, "If you care for me as you claim to do, you would understand what I mean by you should not involve yourself in this and please let me handle this situation...alone. I don't want you sitting on my neck all day wanting to know the reason behind every decision I make and how I ended up getting caught up in a situation like this."

He still doesn't understand. That even if I want to pretend as if I don't give a penny of whatever happens to him, I won't be able to. Somehow, I have been drawn to him. Embracing the burning urge to always keep him safe and out of harm's way.

"Fine. If that is what you want, to handle this yourself, I will stay away. But just know that the door to my room is always open for you if you need any help."

When he didn't say a word, I left.

I would always be there to help.