Her POV:
At midnight, I stood there waiting for my lover. I waited for hours in the cold winter, praying that he had not been caught. It had not been easy to sneak out. But no one would dare say no to the Queen, even when the request was as odd as going for a stroll on a chilly winters night all on my own. I could tell that they knew something was wrong, I was acting different. But I knew what I had to do.
My husband, the King everyone so admired, was not the man I wanted to spend my life with. I knew that from the moment we met. But it was too late by then. He had already fallen in love with me and promised me the elite life of a queen. Before I knew what was happening, my parents promised me to him and when the time came I married him as was my duty. You see, fate is a cruel thing.
Over time, his love became harder and harder to bear. His interest in me slowly became an obsession till I felt like I could not breathe anymore. I could not do a single thing without him knowing and without his approval. I tried to runaway but that only made it worse. He found me a bodyguard. A young man who would spend every moment with me to make sure I could never escape. To report back to my husband about me. Little did my husband know, he had found me the man of my dreams. Together, we made the perfect plan to escape together. We would slip away into the night, never to be seen again. We had it all planned out…
“There you are!” I heard and quickly spun around.
His POV:
From the moment I laid eyes on her, I knew she was the one for me. The only problem was that she was the wife of my boss, who also happened to be King. I thought I had been hired to keep her safe but over time I realised I had been hired to simply keep her here. There was a deep sadness in her beautiful eyes that I would have killed to take away. I heard her crying each night and every morning. And I saw the longing in her eyes when she explored the lands around the castle. Freedom. That’s all she wanted. Nay, that’s all she needed.
Once I was sure she felt about me the same way I felt about her, we made a plan to escape. I knew I had to get her out of there. The Kings eccentricities were becoming more extreme when it came to her. Soon he would have her locked in her room and escape would be futile. I was on my way to her when I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned around. To my horror, it was the King and he did not look pleased.
Her POV:
“There you are!”
“There’s my precious wife, let’s head back to the castle together,” said my husband. I looked down and followed him, knowing that if he were here then he must know about our plan. He had won and came to collect me. To remind me that there was no getting away from him. I followed him with my eyes down and tears falling down my cheeks. I prayed that my lover was okay, that he had been able to escape the clutches of this madman. Something I was now understanding I could never do.
“What did you do to him?” I whispered as soon as we were in the privacy of the castle.
“See for yourself,” he told me as we entered the bedroom. There I saw him lying on the floor, covered in blood and bruises. Barely breathing. I fell to my knees and caressed his face. I cried harder than I ever have as I held him tight.
“That’s enough,” said my husband, pulling me away from him.
“You should be grateful he’s alive. If you so much as leave this room, I will have him killed. And if you ever try to leave again I’ll have everyone you love killed one by one until you return. Do you understand me?” he asked.
I nodded between sobs. With that threat, he left me to cry as one of the guards came and carried the only man I ever loved away. Fate is a cruel thing, you simply cannot escape yours.
About “Fate Is A Cruel Thing”:
This story is a response to Kevin’s NTT challenge. I love participating in these. The image I used was from his NTT Challenge post for this week. If you haven’t been on Kevin’s blog yet, do check it out.
This short story was inspired by the MANY historical dramas I watch. I used to only watch Kdrama’s but these days I’m into Cdrama’s too. With this story, I wanted it to be a more realistic depiction of love and relationships. Things don’t always work out. And you don’t always end up with the person you love. In fact, a lot of times we end up with the wrong person. Especially back then when women had almost no rights. In this image, I felt like she was hopeful yet scared. And that’s what I wanted to portray.
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