"Reginald, am I bad looking?" Xavier inquired once back in his chamber.
"No, your majesty. You are the most handsome man in the whole kingdom." Reginald immediately answered.
Xavier sighed he sometimes forgot he was the king of Acravia. More than a person he was an asset, someone who had the world looking at him. One mistake and they will deem him as the king unworthy of his throne. Revolt always breaks when the throne has an unworthy owner. No one knows it better than him.
Xavier still remembers why in his past life, he never confessed his feelings to her. Once dragged into the messy politics, she will be used as his weakness. People in the court are everything but humans.
Like hawks they watch every move of him, like snakes they are ready to bite anytime and like a beast they lurk behind the shadow waiting for him to make one mistake and stab their claws in him.
Xavier wondered if he was doing the right thing by following his heart when it came to Agatha. The urge to make her stand beside him and call her his, he was resisting the logic. He chose logic last life and all he had was regret and an everlasting void in his heart.
"Reginald, will the assembly accept her as the queen?" Xavier asked as the fear started to creep inside of him.
The suffocating feeling of an invisible figure, sitting at your back whispering every bad thing you were going to cause to the most loved one while it slowly strangles you and drags you into the ocean; slowly drowning you in the sea of despair.
"You are the king, your majesty. You, the rule maker, your majesty. They have no choice but to agree with you." Reginald complied.
Xavier took a deep breath, peeking out of the window, the cloudy weather and greyish sky didn't seem like it was in the mood to celebrate his marriage. Was this a sign that he was still making the wrong decision?
Just as he drifted into his thoughts, a knock on the door brought me back to reality. Reginald went and opened the door and a servant whispered in his ear and left.
"Your majesty, it's time," Reginald informed, giving a light bow.
Xavier shoved off his depressing thoughts and stepped forward with his head up straight.
An elegant hall decorated in red and gold design with bouquets of roses put on each pillar. A ginormous chandelier hung in the middle of the ceiling overlooking the crowd chit-chatting. With laughs echoing throughout the place and melodious music dancing in the air.
Xavier stood by the end of the aisle when the door opened and in a white dress, with a veil over her face, Agatha entered holding her father's hand.
The crowd gasped as they saw the mesmerizing bride in her wedding gown as she walked towards Xavier. It was not only the crowd whose breath she took away. Xavier was stunned by how astonishingly pretty she was.
In those white clothes, she looked no better than a lily. How he wonders that someone like her was his. It seems like a sin to have the most precious jewel in the whole world. It must be a blessing from heaven to have her.
Xavier was so captivated by her beauty that he didn't even notice that she was already standing across her as the priest started the rituals.
"I do." His heavy heart suddenly felt at ease as those two words left his mouth while their gaze met.
Agatha wondered how one could fake a loving gaze just like that. How great of an actor he was, a king for sure. The more she sees his face the feeling of disgust crawls under her skin.
"I do," Agatha responded, gulping all the hatred she had for him and trying to be the doll of a wife he wanted her to be.
"You may kiss the bride." The priest declared as the crowd cheered for them. While each had their plan in motion.
Xavier put away the veil standing in between them, revealing her face. Those emerald green eyes glimmered under the chandelier lights. Her lips were like the bud of the roses, attracting him like bees were attracted to flowers.
His fingers brushed her warm cheeks as he went closer, their warm breath slowly tingling with each other. Xavier moved her hands from his cheeks to the back of her neck, while his other hand grabbed her by the waist and pulled her closer to him.
As their lips finally met, Agatha could only wrap her arms around his neck, as their lips danced to their symphony. She almost forgot that he always made her addicted to stuff like this. The way he gently pulled her to his clutch, and sucked her life. If it was not for him, she would never have the naughty thoughts that she had for him. Even now thinking about 'those' made her ashamed of herself.
Agatha was so busy with her thoughts, that she wasn't able to savor the kiss at all. She was too busy scolding her perverted self for desiring more.
Xavier looked at her reddened cheeks and ears just from the kiss. How cute! Just a peck and she was all red. What would happen if he goes further? A forbidden thought that seemed unattainable to him yet he wished to have.
Once back to her senses, Agatha flinched back in shock at herself at what kind of stuff she was having. Such unladylike but more than that she was astonished and disgusted that those thoughts she had were with her killer. How can she? Out of all people…him?
This was nowhere right, it was wrong. How can she desire stuff like that from the man that murders her? This was wrong! Way wrong! The feeling of despise and hatred grew further as the uncontrollable thoughts flashed back. She was nothing but ashamed of herself.
Agatha turned her face away, refusing to look at the man who was doing this to her.