"Would you like some?" He asked me, I gave him a small nod and he poured the red wine into two goblets. He handed me one and we clinged our metal goblets together. I took a sip from the red wine and he started showing me his designs. He had everything sketched out, there were little things that I only advised and that's it. He was great at this, and it felt like he was understanding my job. We talked for almost an hour about wars, Germany, France, politics and strategics, nothing romantic.
"I think I should go." I say, I don't want to but I think it's the best way to end this night before I do something embarrassing or something like that. He looked at me and the enthusiasm on his face was left the same seconds I stated those words.
"You could stay if you'd like, if you're not tired or feeling unwell, we could talk for a while." He rambled, it's probably the wine. I don't want to leave, and he is inviting me but yet my head is forcing me to leave. I’m smarter than this.
"Alright." Nevermind, a smile covers his face. He gives a hand gesture which means that we're going to sit on the couch close to the fireplace. I sit on the left side and he sits on the right. It's still raining and there is still thunder.
"I'm going to ask the servants to get some more wine, do you mind?" He asks me as he sits up to walk to the door, I shake my head and as he leaves the room I walk towards his bed, I see on his nightstand next to his crown a notebook, diary, probably. I don't touch it. I walk to the balcony doors and stare into the darkness, it is very late. I open the balcony doors and walk outside, a part of the balcony is covered and a part is not. I walk on the dry side of the balcony and breathe in the fresh wet air. It's lovely and so soothing. I'm starting to get hot and decide to let the robe fall off my shoulders, so it's resting on my upper arms. I like the coldness on my hot skin. I know that it's the wine doing, but I don't mind, because this feels like a perfect evening.
"What are you doing here?" I hear his voice behind me. I turn around and smile at him, he is carrying two wine goblets, he hands me one and takes a sip. I look up at him and he's staring into the raining mess in front of us.
"It's beautiful, even though nothing is visible." I say, he doesn't laugh, he doesn't do anything, he just nods in admirement of his own country.
"Shall we return inside?" He asks me after we stood outside for a while, I nod at him and give him a smile.
"Sure, Your Majesty." I answer as we start walking inside, he stops when he hears the words leave my lips, I almost bump into him, he turns around and looks in my eyes.
"Call me Isaac, Victoria." He says to me, I swallow a lump in my throat and nod nervously.
We sit down on the floor and lean against the couch. He is so fine, he untied the strings of his shirt which gives me an insight of his muscular chest and it drives me wild.
"So I will ask the first question," I start, he gives me a gentle nod and a cheeky smile. "If you hadn't married with The Queen would it have changed a lot?" I ask, I'm definitely drunk and leave me be. Tomorrow I will regret these decisions.
"Ah, yes, definitely," He is drunk too, and leave him be as well. "I would've certainly looked different at women, now I just think that they are after my title, not me." He begins, he looks at me like I'm the last thing he will see, like his gaze hangs on me.
"And, I probably wouldn't be in this situation." He continued.
"What kind of situation?" I ask him.
"A person who can't show love." He answers. I almost choked on my wine when that left his lips.
"What makes you think that?" I ask, everyone is able to love, everybody actually falls in love without wanting to.
"I never knew the feeling of loving, of being loved. Only the feeling of being possessed somehow by the state, by my parents. I haven’t kissed in 27 years of my life." Now I choke on my wine. You want to tell me that this... creature hasn't kissed ever, like ever.
"Not even the Queen?"
"Oh certainly not the Queen, she tries to seduce me once in a week, she comes by late to my chamber and she is barely clothed. I can't stand those kinds of women, who dress up for men, who seduce men. I don't like it." The Queen is messed up I realize, what kind of woman does that? A desperate one.
"That's ridiculous." I speak.
"Have you ever?" He asks.
"Kissed?" He nodded.
"Yes, I have, multiple times, with boys from my neighborhood who I used to like, once even with that bastard of a Edward and it's been a long time since." I confess one more secret. He nods at me.
"Teach me." my eyes open at his suggestion.
"What? Kiss? Why?" I ramble the questions out of my mouth.
"Because I want to feel like a man." He suggests, he seems very calm while he is saying these words that only lovers should exchange.
"But you are the most manly man I have ever met, Isaac." I whisper to him, his eyes relax and shift to my lips and then back to my eyes, he comes closer and I don't move away. His lips move now closer to my ear.
"I don't know how to do this so excuse me already." He whispers before he places his lips gently on mine. My mind and stomach explode with desire for this man. He is so wonderful, even though he declares that he does this for the first time, I don't and can't believe it. His mouth is ravishing mine and I feel his eyebrows furrow as he kisses me deeper which makes my head move further away from my body. He takes one of his hands and places it on my neck, starting to trace my veins with his fingertips.I grab a handful of his wavy hair and pull him harder to my lips. He's getting on his knees and starts to tower over me, I can't breathe.
What will the Queen do if she finds out about this?
How will my brother react?
How about my marriage with Edward?
He's married! And you are engaged!
After the thoughts race through my mind, I immediately stop, Isaac searches my eyes and sees my expression. This isn't right.
I stand up and take a few steps back while I touch my lips with my hand. He starts to stand up and walks slowly towards me, I take more steps back.
"We shouldn't have done that." I whisper and his eyes immediately lose the passion that was there a few seconds ago. He starts coming closer once more but stops when he notices that I only move further and further away from him.
"Please don't say that." He says and turns his head to the ground. He is too perfect, too good for me. He's a King and I'm nobody compared to him. This is dangerous, he is a King, he can play mind games with whoever he wants and I don’t want to be a victim.
"I'm sorry your Majesty, I will leave now." As I want to open the door an arm wraps around my waist and pulls me. Isaac now has his hand wrapped around my waist which pulls me close to him and he rests his other hand on the door which makes me trap in his arms.
"Don't you dare regret what just happened." He whispers in my ear as he bends down to my height. My heart is racing and my mind is exploding with emotions. I'm starting to tremble in his arms. He notices and immediately backs down and takes a few steps back. His eyes show worry and sadness.
I take my shot and open the door and run out of the room.
I run as fast as my legs can take me.
"Victoria!"