Nova’s POV
My dear Queen Nova,
I know that our marriage has not been a definitive one, nor has it been one of love. I am not a man who knows how to love, and I have never loved anyone before. All I have known is friendship, and I always thought that was enough for me. But then, I brought you into my life, which somehow changed everything.
I never thought I would someday regret my actions, nor have I ever thought I would one day say this to anyone, but I regret ever making you be in a marriage against your will.
I never realized how much I was hurting you, because you had never said a word, never once complained. But when you hugged me that day in front of your father’s building, and when you wrapped your arms around my neck in my apartment, I thought maybe there was something more between us. I never realized that it was just your way of showing your gratitude. I’m so sorry, I should have seen how my actions were affecting you.
Please don’t blame yourself for what happened in there. It was a reaction born of anger and pain, not an intentional act of cruelty. You were hurting, and you lashed out, just as anyone might in your position.
I am leaving the pack and heading back to the villa, and by the time you receive this letter, I may already be gone. But I want you to know that I bear no ill will towards you. I know that you were acting out of hurt and frustration, and I understand that.
Please, I want you to know that you’re free to pursue the life you want, free from any obligations to me. I’m not leaving you here because I’m angry, I’m leaving because I want you to have the life you deserve, the life you want.
It’s with a heavy heart that I must relieve you of your position as Queen. But know that it is not because of any ill will on my part, it is only because I want you to be free to live the life you wished for.
Your King,
Prescott.
“Live the life I wished for, huh?” I croaked, my heart thumped hard against my chest as I threw my head back.
Tears streamed down my cheeks as what he wrote in that letter kept playing in my head, I held my head in both hands, crying as the thought of what was going on in his head while writing that letter kept lingering in my head.
His dried blood on the white sheet did nothing but remind me of how I stabbed the dagger into his arm. My stomach churned as the horrible incident came replaying in my head.
“How long until we get to the Villa?” I cried out, unable to keep up with the driver that seemed like he was moving backwards.
“We still have a long way to go, Your Highness.” the driver mumbled, I moved my eyes to the rearview mirror to see Rezso staring back at me, his eyes were asking what happened but my heart was grieving that I couldn’t share it with anyone.
‘Did you just call me a beast?’
My head hurt as the incident in the hallway kept replaying in my head, it seemed like my head was smacked against the wall as pain surged through my head and all I could do was cry.
“Princess,” Shayna sighed, She tugged at my shirt and pulled me closer to her body, and she made me rest my head on her shoulder.
“Everything will be fine,” she whispered, caressing my hair as she whispered some words of affirmative to me
I sniffed, getting a little better after she said those words to me. Even though she had no idea what was going on with me, she kept assuring me that I would be fine.
That reminded me of the day I was leaving my pack for the Villa, I remembered wishing something would happen and I wouldn’t be leaving for the Lycans pack.
But today, he had set me free. He had asked me to live in peace but a part of me felt like my pack was no longer my home. It felt like a part of me was missing and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t deny the fact that Prescott was that part of me that seemed to be missing.
I didn’t know how things got to this, not like we were on good terms until we got to my pack. But in the little time I spent with him, I realised I had always judged him wrongly, he didn’t seem like a bad person.
A part of him was considerate even though he might not know. Why the hell would he ask me to take my actions as a way of showing his wrongdoing when I was the one who did him wrong?
My eyes were heavy, my head hurt but I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I had come to realise that I was in love with him even without knowing.
I remembered our moments together, the first time we had a nice conversation was that night at the back of our building. How he came to me when everyone was sleeping. How he tried to make me stop crying.
Then, at the store, where he had come to my rescue when the rogue would have killed me. Back to our little chat at the coffeehouse. How he told me I was a lovely lady kept replaying in my head.
I smiled sadly, such a moment kept lingering in my mind that it was difficult for me to take my mind off of him for a second.
“How long until we got there?” I sniffed since that was the only thing left for me to do.
I couldn’t cry anymore, it seemed like I had run out of tears. My heart clenched, my throat hurts. Everything seemed to be wrong with me and I knew I would be fine if I met Prescott and if he would be considerate enough to listen to me.
“Just this last pack wall and we are at the Villa!” the driver uttered, I nodded, bumping my head against Shayna’s shoulder as I silently prayed to the goddess to make things go well for me.
The car drove into the gate and I hastily lifted my head off Shayna’s shoulder. Staring at the wall of the Villa brought a smile to my face. A feeling of peace washed over me and I realised what it was.
“I am finally home. Here is now my home and never is going to change that.” I mumbled to myself, caressing the car window as the maids bowed as the car drove past them.
The car pulled to a halt in front of the royal office and I stepped down from the car before anyone could.
As the sun sets over the crest, a cool evening breeze dances through the air, caressing the skin and ruffling the hair. The gentle whisper of the wind carries the scent of freshly cut grass, sweet flowers, and aromatic herbs, shooting my sorrowful heart.
I took a deep breath as I made my way towards the building. I could hear whispers of the maid that were passing and I came to an abrupt halt when I heard a particular chat that made my heart clenched tight in grief.
‘Lady Ulrica would have made a better Queen. Did you not see how she jumped into His Majesty’s arms when he returned?’
I turned around, trying to see their faces but no one was there.
I sighed, wondering if my mind was already doing Justice to me since I couldn’t stop thinking about him.
I gulped hard like never before as I made my way towards His Majesty’s office. I could hear a faint chuckle of a familiar voice, coming from the King’s office.
I felt my heart sink into my stomach as I gripped the doorknob and twisted the door open.
The chuckling stopped and I felt my life come crumbling down at my feet when I came, standing in front of Lady Ulrica, smiling while trying to force a spoon of whatever was on the table into my husband’s mouth.
I tightened my grip on the doorknob I feared it might pull out due to the great force I applied to it.
“Your… Your Majesty, I…”
“Please, leave.” Prescott groaned, cutting me off as he stood up from the seat.
It seemed like I had suddenly gone dumb since I found it hard to understand what he had just said.
“But… I need to talk to you.” Tears shimmered in my eyes as I stared at him with the hope he would spare me a second to explain myself.
Prescott sighed, sliding his hands into his pocket. His gaze was dark and sharp, piercing into my face.
“I have nothing to say to you, please leave.” he groaned, his voice cold and harsh. He turned away, his back stiff and rigid, as he walked into the inner room of his office. He didn’t look back, didn’t give me a second glance.
I stood there, rooted to the spot, as he walked away from me. My heart felt like it was being squeezed, a tightness rising in my chest. I wanted to call out to him, to tell him not to go, but I couldn’t make my voice work. I felt tears welling up in my eyes as I stood glued to the floor, unable to move my feet.