"WHAT?!"
It is not possible, it can't be true, can it? I don't understand.
"Please try to remain calm, I know it is hard but please try to stay as calm as you can so that you don't have a panic attack." Panic attack? I have those? Since when? I choose to remain silent and wait for him to explain further even though every fiber in my body is telling to me go insane with the news and stay anything but calm.
Ambrose watches my face as though he is searching for an answer, I shift a bit away from him because his blue eyes that once brought a sense of calm to me suddenly makes me feel anxious.
It could be because somewhere deep inside me I know that he is being honest and I did sleep for five years. But how? Dread begins to fill me and I try to not think about it much, so I try to focus on him. But I feel like I am fooling myself by pretending not to have horrible thoughts scattered in my head.
He clears his throat and his attention turns away from me to the white silk clothes that cover my bed that we are still seated on.
"When you drank the blood of those animals for your ritual, you fainted."
"Ok so I know I fainted but why on Mu would you say that I was unconscious?" He frowns at me showing me just how displeased he is with my question which technically interrupted his speech.
"I believe I told you to also remain silent so that I may speak." His tone is condescending and this causes me to feel irritated with him rather quickly because why would he talk to me like that?
This wasn't how he spoke to me at the dining table, although I do recall the way he behaved when he ordered for those maids to be flogged. The thought internally makes me cringe.
"Why are you behaving like this? Why are you leaning away from me with fear in your eyes?" What does he mean? Almost immediately I catch myself in the act he just accused me of.
"I'm sorry it's just that… Nothing, forget about it please.�� I begin to dwindle my fingers and stare at them, anything to distract me from looking into his captivating eyes.
He sighs heavily, "No, I am sorry, I shouldn't have shouted at you, it's just that I have a lot on my mind, you are not the cause of my anger." I smile slightly at him because he sounds genuine.
"It's alright, I'm sure you mean well but sometimes our emotions take over us." Honestly, I don't know what I just said to him or where it came from but I might as well go along with it.
"You're right…" He pauses for a bit, I assume to gather his thoughts, his full attention returns to me then he continues, "I still don't understand why you should react to what you drank like that."
He pauses once more and this only makes me more anxious but this time I do my best to not say anything so that I don't interrupt his thoughts.
"You were asleep for a couple of days, it is now long ago and it feels like a distant memory but I believe you were asleep for five years. We tried so many ways to get you to wake up but you just won't wake up, it was torture seeing you almost lifeless." What? I am sure my face already carries the expression of shock.
He doesn't pay a glance in my direction instead he keeps looking out the window silently. Before I could go against his wishes of staying quiet while he speaks he continues, "When you woke up, you were fine so I heard."
"If I was fine then why am I only just waking up now, has it been a few days? Was it a mistake? You say that it has been five years, I find it very hard to believe, even if it has been five years how am I still alive? I should be dead from starvation." He sighs heavily and turns his beautiful blue eyes to me.
"I will answer your questions after I am done with the entire story, please once more stay silent so that I may speak." I nod my head feeling annoyed that I have to be quiet.
He clears his throat and turns his attention back to the snow-covered mountains which creates a beautiful view when looking out the window.
"As I was saying, you were fine when you woke up that is until you saw Dion." He stops then turns his head quickly and his eyes watch me, the right word would be observing me. I am left wondering why he did that after he returns to his former stance.
"You went into hysteria, you were screaming, kicking, yelling words we couldn't understand and it confused everyone greatly, I heard your screams all the way from my throne room, I had a meeting with my council that day, I ran out the door to come to find you on this bed convulsing."
My eyebrows rise on their own accord as the things he describes as my actions, even though they were not intentional and apparently I had no idea was going on, it all still feels too unreal to be true. I feel like he is making all these up for some reason.
But for what reason would Ambrose conjure up all these things?
He doesn't notice my astonishment and he continues where he left off. "We tried to get you stable but you kept waking up with the same reaction for three days, then you just stopped breathing one time and only your heart was beating."
"What? Is that even possible? I won't sit here and listen to this. You are making this all up." I begin to move away from him to stand up from the bed to just get away from him, I don't know where I would go but I know one thing for sure and that is all these things he is saying is a big fat lie.
It is just not possible, how can I not breathe but my heart would keep working, it is not normal! If it is not normal then black magic was involved and I have never indulged in the act and besides that, I know for a fact that it hasn't been five years and this should all be part of a sick plan, I don't know what it is but this can not be real.
"Aadya please stop, just listen to him please he is saying the truth." I look at the door of my room to find Dion standing there in black trousers and a white shirt.
He looks slimmer than the last time I saw him, almost malnourished, his eyes seem hollow and lifeless, his long hair has been cut short, his beards look bushy, he looks horrible, what happened to him to make him this way? He looks like someone that had been crying continuously.
Nothing comes to my mind, all that I can think of is that he doesn't look ok and as much as I would hate myself for it, I still care. I know I do because I still feel a soft spot for him even though it is not as big as before.
In fact, I still care enough about him to the point that I open my mouth to ask him, "Are you ok?"
He smiles sadly at me then takes a step as if he wants to come to me, then he shakes his head and retracts his step, returning to his previous position in front of the door.
"I am now that I know you are awake."Why does he want to sound like he actually cares about me? The frown that clouds my facial features are uncontrollable as I remember his exact words about me to Aoife while they were… What did Dana call it?
Ah yes, I remember, they were fucking.
"Please I am sorry for everything Aadya, I learned of…" I don't say anything to him because I genuinely have nothing to say to him, absolutely nothing.
That doesn't stop him from speaking whatever he has planned to say, "…my mistake, I wasn't thinking straight at all when I did those things, so please I beg for your forgiveness." I still say nothing to him and I am still very much aware of the scowl on my face.
"Won't you say something? Please say something, anything."
"Alright that is enough, you may leave us alone now. You have done enough." Dion doesn't move a muscle on his body instead he stares angrily at the king behind me that is sitting comfortably in my bed.
"I said you should leave now, or do you want a repeat of last time?" Dion's face changes its expression from a pleading look to one that is ready to fight, the anger is blatantly displayed on his face and I know he will fight Ambrose and I am not in the mood for such an event.
So I did the best thing that feels most reasonable to me, "Please, Dion just leave, we speak some other time when I have the strength and words to address you with." I shift back into the position I was sat in and turn my face away from him with my eyes closed.
Honestly, for some unknown reason, I no longer feel anger towards him but still, I don't want to speak to him nor do I want to see him.
After a very short while, I hear the door open and close.
"You did the right thing." I open my eyes and look at the winter fairy sitting next to me.
His beauty still rocks me to the core and my heart skips a beat as I look into his eyes, it feels as though something is pulling me to him. I don't know what to make of this but it doesn't feel as scary as the first time I felt this overwhelming feeling of attraction towards him in his throne room.
"You are beautiful, you know that right?" I smile at him because Boreas help me, I have no words to say.
We keep looking at each other with this strange smile on our faces and I don't know why. Is this strange?
"We were talking about something I believe?" That is when my mind came back to its senses and I realize what just happened here.
I swear to Boreas I am still so confused, I don't understand what is going on, or why I am acting this way, or the meaning of all these emotions that are swirling through me.