"She is not wrong at her place, your highness, please think from your rational mind. She is believing what she was shown," he mumbled but I could not hear a thing, I was living my life like a monk for the past 3 years.
When had she seen me being unfaithful to her? Was I so cheap in her eyes, just because I did not share the bed with her?
The anger in my body rose, as I was reminded of those scenes, my whole body burnt in hellfire and before I could think rationally, my legs took me to her chamber.
As I walked further her maids were surprised to see me. They bowed and wished me but my legs didn't stop.
Just when I stood in front of her bedroom, her head maid stood in front of me,
"Your highness"
"Step aside" I ordered and she quivered but still stood there.
"Your highness, her... her highness is taking a bath. There is no one in the room" she replied, shaking, but I was too lost to care.
I looked straight into her eyes, and she flinched, I was sure she had seen a devil standing there.
"I am asking you last time, step aside," I ordered in the coldest voice I had and she fell on her knees.
I walked in, crossing her and entered the room.
The room was empty, just like the maid had said there was no one. I kicked the nearest table and ran a hand in my hair.
'Just what am I doing here, have I gone crazy! Why the hell would I care about what she thinks, and what would I even say if I found her here. Why do I even care about her.' I tried to reason with myself, but the devil in me was not ready to stay silent.
"So you would let her tell the world that you are unfaithful" and the fire erupted again.
I was conflicted so much when she entered the room.
She was just wearing a thin white gown, that was getting wet from the water that was dripping from her wet hairs, making the dress to be seen through.
Her cheeks were flushed red, and her lips were wet, her skin was pink from the heat of the water, her hairs were covering her left side, which left the right side of her neck bare.
My eyes wandered to her arched and glossy, long neck. Her eyes met mine and she looked shocked.
"What are you doing here?'' she asked, holding her slipping dress, which was already showing her bare shoulders.
I walked towards her and instinctively she took steps back.
"I... I ask, What are you doing here?" Her voice was a pitch higher, she was trying to stay strong, but I could see fear crawling in her eyes.
"You are telling people that I am unfaithful to you. When you are the one who was meeting her childhood sweetheart privately, you have learnt to hide a lot of things, my dear wife" I replied in a low and dangerous voice with a chuckle, but my laugh was cold.
"I just told the truth. And I can meet anyone I want and anytime I want" she replied defiantly and the anger that was settling a bit looking at her condition blazed again.
"How do you know what is the truth? Huh, Marianne. Tell me, how do you know what is the truth.'' I spoke in a whisper but it was enough to make her look at me straight, she was not that scared anymore. Her eyes were clear, they were not like Elizabeth when I had confronted her. In fact, her eyes were accusing me, but could she not see my eyes were clear too!
Her back touched the wall and she looked straight into my eyes.
"You are drunk, your highness. I request you to leave my chamber right now. We will discuss it in the morning." she spoke with disgust in her eyes.
But I just chuckled, "what is there to discuss, didn't you already tagged me as unfaithful in front of your staff.'' I replied by holding her chin.
She did not take her gaze away from my eyes and I could see ridicule and hatred there, the same hatred my eyes had for ages.
"So you do think that I am unfaithful," I said nodding "then I had to do something to tell you there is no woman in my life except you," I said as my grip on her chin tightened.
She held my hand tightly and threw it, and surprisingly she succeeded.
"You are getting defiant day by day, Marianne, you should be taught a lesson." I roared and in the next second I held her face from both sides and my lips landed on hers.
There was no love in the kiss, it was just to teach her a lesson, to tell her what she was demanding, was nothing but the fire that would burn her.
But when I tasted her lips something in me changed. I could feel her hands hitting my chest, her nails digging deeper into my body, scratching me, pushing me, hurting me, but I continued, her lips were different from Elizabeth, there was innocence in them.
I had just touched her lips but I was already feeling intoxicated or was I already intoxicated before coming here. But one thing I was sure about, I wanted to taste further, but she was not opening the mouth for me, so I put a bit more pressure. She winced, and I tried to dive in, but before I could do that, the metallic smell wafted in. Soon I felt the wetness in my hands. I lifted her and looked at my hands. And that's when I got stunned.
My hands were coloured red.
She winced, my eyes followed her neck, from where the blood was leaking, her wound was open and a gush of blood was flowing like a stream but her eyes had no pain, but hatred, an immeasurable hatred for me.