Isaac George Valois
"Would you like some?" I ask her, she gives me a small nod. God, how worried I was about her these past few days. I never realized that she could be gone in a matter of seconds. I pour the wine in her goblet and watch her drink it empty as soon as possible, her throat works the wine into her system. It's very dangerous for the both of us that she is standing here with only a robe and her nightgown. Only her husband could see her like this and it isn't like I object. I turned to her to show the sketches and all my drawn out strategics. She's so invested in it, her lips are now in a thin line and a frow plays across her forehead in concentration. When the accident happened at the party that day, I realized that I couldn't lose her, I realized that I care for this woman, a lot. I know it's wrong, but I'm too selfish about this subject. But I still can't have her, nobles will try to kill her because she's grasping too much power and let's not forget Charlotte. As I tell her my plans about Germany and France, it feels like she absolutely understands me, as King but also as a Ruler and Protector of my country. She gives me her ideas which make the sketches brilliant. We drank around two glasses of wine and I started to lose my mind. I want to be closer to her, touch her, feel her, know her like only her husband could. I want to ravish her and tell her how much I care, but I know that it's impossible for us to be together. She hasn't been here for even a week and yet I can't stand to be close to her or my heart will explode. After talking around an hour about Germany, France, wars, strategics, etcetera. I noticed her change in behavior, it's like she realized something, something she didn't want to realize.
"I think I should go." The words leave her plump lips and my mood immediately shrunks. I don't want her to leave, not when I want to know every single detail about her. I can't let her leave.
"You could stay if you'd like, if you're not tired or feeling unwell, we could talk for a while." I started to rumble the words out of my mouth like a lovestruck teenage boy. I convince myself that it's the wines doing but we all know that that is a lie.
You shouldn't push her Isaac, she's still recovering.
But before I can tell her that I'm not forcing her, she answers with a simple "Alright," and a smile spreads across my face when I hear those delightful words. We walk towards the fireplace, it's a comforting place, definitely when it's raining and storming outside. She sits down comfortably and I do too. She is so little compared to me which makes me wonder all kinds of things, like how she would feel to be in my grasp and how big my hands are compared to hers. After a while of a comfortable silence, I realized that I needed a bit more wine to get more courage from myself.
"I'm going to ask the servants to get some more wine, do you mind?" I ask her, she shakes her head and gives me a little smile. I open the doors and make my way downstairs, my three guards are following me. It's very quiet in the kitchens, only a few servants are working, the girls are talking with each other but it's deadly silent when I sit in it. They bow deep and both of them blush in embarrassment probably.
"Your Majesty." The one says with her head bent to the ground.
"I would like some wine." I said in a deep tone, the other girl immediately hurried down to the wine cellar. I watched her hurry down.
"What kind of wine would you like? Your Majesty." The girl who is still standing asked me.
"The strongest." I said, she immediately understood and hurried down to her friend in the wine cellar. I was going to need a lot of encouragement if I wanted to continue this night. After a little while of waiting the girls returned with red wine. My guards and I take our leave the second they hand me the red wine. I can't help but feel the light excitement bubbling in my stomach. She's in my room, waiting for me. I walk in the room and pour down the wine in our goblets. I walk to the fireplace and don't find her there. Did she leave? I turn to my side and see the balcony doors opened, a relief flushes through me, she's here, she didn't leave. I grab her wine goblet and walk towards the doors. It's pouring outside and freezing. Why is she outside? I see her gazing into the dark landscapes which are visible from here. She is so beautiful. Her hair is long, very long, I only notice that now. Her skin is pale, except for her red cheeks, the color is probably influenced by the wine. Her collarbones are visible for me, I quickly turn my head away. She notices my presence and turns around and gives me a smile. Oh, such a pretty smile.
Get yourself together Isaac, you don't have emotions, remember?
I quickly turn away from her gaze.
"What are you doing here?" I try, she sips from her wineglass and turns her head to look at me, I pretend not to notice, I can't look at her now, I'll lose control.
"It's beautiful even though it's a rainy mess." She spoke. I want to laugh and smile, but I can't, I can't develop any more feelings then I have now. I can't risk it, the danger I will be putting her in.
"Shall we return inside?" I ask her, she gives me a nod and a light smile.
"Sure, Your Majesty." She answers, I stop when those words leave her mouth. Your Majesty. I can't stand it.
"Call me Isaac, Victoria." I told her. She gets nervous but still nods. I give her a nod and we walk towards the couch where we sit on the carpet in front of the fireplace. I look at the fire not knowing what to say, I just don't want her to leave, not yet.
"So I will ask the first question," She starts, I give her a slight nod and a smile. "If you hadn't married The Queen would it have changed a lot?" Oh my little girl, she's drunk. I let out a light laugh and stare into the fire, before I start the story.
"Ah, Yes, definitely, I would've certainly looked different at women, now I just think that they are after my title, not me." I speak, it's one of my greatest fears, it's one of the reasons why I don't let Victoria close to me. I stare into her eyes, thinking if I will say what I'm about to say.
"And I wouldn't be in this situation." I'm drunk, that's my excuse. Her loving gaze changes into a confusing frown.
"What kind of situation?"
"A person who can't love." It's the wine, It's the wine.
"What makes you think that?" She says, in shock.
"I never knew the feeling of loving, of being loved. Only that I’m somehow possessed by the state and my parents. I haven’t kissed in 27 years of my life." I whisper. She chokes on her wine which brings me back to the words I just spoke. "Not even the Queen?" She says. Now if I had wine in my throat I would choke.
"Oh, certainly not the Queen, she tries to seduce me once a week. She comes late to my chamber and she is barely dressed. I can't stand those kinds of women, who dress up for men, who seduce men. I don't like it." I tell her, she gasps as the words leave my mouth. "That's ridiculous." She says. Those are the last words I hear. "Your Majesty, The Queen wants a word with you!" A maid shouts in my room before opening the curtains. My head hurts badly. My throat burns. My eyes are swollen and my lips are marked. What happened? Where is Victoria?