Kill It

NOWEL

A queen.

Today I become queen.

What does it take to be a queen? The ultimate ruler of a kingdom aside from the king. I smiled, a rictus one. Being a queen is difficult as well as easy. I have to be strong to face all odds as a queen.

I sighed, I can do this!

I stood up in front of my dressing mirror and prepared for bed.

"Your Highness!"

I beamed, because, from today onward, I am no longer my princess but your highness. I feel so proud.

"Yes?"

"His Majesty is here to see you, should I let him in?"

My brain exploded, and the insincere smile on my face fell to express how disappointed I was to face him again. The reason is ruining my first kiss. But would it be fair to blame him when I am sure he has no feelings for me?

"Your Highness?!"

Wait, the wedding night! He must have come for...gulp...whatever newly wedded couples do on the night of their wedding.

"Your Highness, should I let His Majesty in?"

No! Not yet.

I run around to cover myself with the biggest and heaviest blanket I could find because I am in my nightgown and it is pretty transparent and sticking to my body like a second skin.

I was about to say let him in when the beautiful enigma barged into my room as if he owned it, and I was shocked by his behavior. He came in still in his wedding dress...why has he not changed yet?

My whole body was covered with sweat under the thick blanket I wrapped myself with. He still manages to look hot and handsome even in the dark.

I stepped back the moment he stood in front of me. I looked down because I felt strangely intimidated by his presence.

"Do you normally dress like this, before you sleep?"

He frowned as he observed me. Of course, I am being ridiculous right now!

"Erm...no."

"Then take it off." He commanded.

My body burned with heat the moment he said that. I let go of the blanket with a sigh and held my breath.

This is it. It is going to happen anyway, so why am I behaving like this?

Get it together Nowel! I closed my eyes and waited.

"I am here to talk to you and not to have my way with you."

Oh.

You want to talk.

I opened my eyes and relaxed. Of course, I can talk.

I have just played foolish and let my high expectations rule over me again. I swallowed.

"Oh-er-that's nice." I said, "What is it about?" I gave him a nervous smile.

"We might be married in the eyes of the crowd, but between me and you, we are not,"

Now, I dared to look at him and stare at his unforgiving eyes. "What do you mean by that?"

"There is nothing between us. I am not your husband and you can never be my wife."

"Michael, what are you saying- I don't understand-"

"What don't you understand? That you are not attractive and stupid enough to believe that we can be real married men and women?" He snapped.

Stupid? "I don't...understand." What does he mean by we are not married men and women? The royal court did not spend that much money on a wedding just to mock the faces of their subjects! We were not crowned king and queen for nothing! I got married to him for real, right? And it is not one dirty joke being played on me...I began to overthink the meaning behind his words as tears built up in my eyes.

"When would you understand? We did all that nonsense and I had to bow before a life-less, bronze statue with the illusion of it being God? A dirty priest laid his hands on my head and prayed for me, a demon...and I had to kiss-!" he paused briefly as he bit down on his lower lips in regret. "Wake up princess, it was not real and it can never be!  We can never be truly married and live happily ever after."

My eyes widen in hurt at his heart-wrenching words.

"If you say so, then why did you agree to marry me?"

He became silent.

"Why did you agree to marry me?" I can feel the tears threatening to fall out, but I am not going to cry. Not in front of him.

"Do you think the Prince of Babylon would be a better option, for you?"

How...how did he know about that?

"At least he would be merciful enough not to tell me that I am not attractive on the night of my wedding!" I cried out.

"Then why didn't you go for him? Why wait for me?"

"I...I was not waiting for you, him, or anybody else!"

"Are you now telling me that you preferred to be with a demon than a human Prince?"

"What..." I breathed out as my heart couldn't take it anymore.

"You said yes to a demon instead of a human Prince, isn't that suspicious?"

No. it's not. I trusted you to be better than any other.

"Now, I am going to make you regret it."

"Why? Why do you hate me so much?"

"I never liked you."

My heart dropped in a failed attempt to survive his cruel words.

"It is better that you keep your distance. I don't want you anywhere near me."

"Please," I begged.

"Trust me, you would be much better if I let you know that I don't like you than pretending to. The latter is more terrible."

"Why are you like this?"

"I am like this because you never knew me. You don't know who I am and what I am capable of." He answered. "You are also free to fall in love as much as you want because I won't be a king for a long time, and I simply do not care."

"Michael! You can't do this to me!"

"And why is that?"

A tear dropped from my eyes as I lost control of myself. "Because...I like you."

He became silent. The air around us changed the moment I said that. Even I did not understand why that word fell from my mouth.

Do I... like him? Or do I say that because he was being mean to me?

"Kill it."

I gasped, "What?"

"Kill that thing you said you have for me before it kills you first."

My eyes widen at this level of craziness. He turned around to leave, but it seemed like he was not done yet.

"I hope that I have made myself clear." And with that, he left me.

I shed my first tears of pain as a queen and a demon wife, but the worst is yet to come.