Last night I think I made the wrong wish. I asked for something good to happen but I guess Gods hates me too. I thought I would go pick out a present for Jared but here I am stalking my husband and his unrequited love.
A few hours ago I went wondering around the market looking for something for Jared. I don't know what young boys want these days, I guess a wooden toy would be too much for his age. Maybe a brochure?
It was then that I noticed a familiar sliver hair peeked out from a hooded man. I know that hair, I've seen it multiple times, I've longed to touch it someday. The hooded man accompanied by a smaller hooded figure my interest was intrigued.
Forgetting my goal my feet took me to follow them. This was the first time I'm actually stalking someone. I don't feel guilty at all instead it's... Exciting. In the end the two figures stopped in front of a herbal store. They finally let down their hoods and my guess was right. The bigger one was my husband and the other was Her Royal Highness.
Why are they here? What's going on? I want to run and asked these questions but I stopped myself. Jesseline looked a bit sad and worried. My husband put his hand on her shoulder as if telling her it's going to be okay. Calming her down.
Why? What's wrong? How come you never come to me when I'm sad? Ah my nose is feeling tingly i shouldn't cry. I haven't cried myself in long time so I shouldn't do it now.
They went in. Should I wait? Should I go in? What will I do? What will I say? As I stood in front of the door I don't know what to do. Should I just leave? Should I wait? It must've been a while since I've been standing here as I heard the sound of footsteps from inside i quickly fled and hid myself. Let's just leave for now.
In the end I got a new pair of shoes for Jared. Thank God he seems to like it. I see that the bar has been doing well. Although it's a bar at night, this place is open in the morning as a dinner place. Many travellers from the sea stop by and with just two employees Jared told me it's hard to handle. I should hire a proper cook and some more employees.
When I finally came out of the bar I hit a wall. Strange there wasn't a wall right outside the door. When my eyes open I saw a broad chest and silver hair flowing down the shoulder. Ah I screwed up.
When I looked up, this man, my husband was glaring at me. I don't want him to think I'm an alcoholic. I started sweating and before I could say anything he grabbed my hand and dragged me away.
This hand that I've always wanted is finally taking mine. I should be happy and yet I'm not instead I'm hurt. His grip is so strong my wrist is starting to hurt. Why am I not happy even now?
He took me to an alley and slammed me on the wall. I hit my head but he didn't care. He trapped me and gave me his most hated look.
"What are you doing here?" He asked with anger. I don't know I'm scared. I wish someone would take me away. Seeing i didn't answer he grabbed my chin with force and made me look at him. His face is so close to mine but it hurts again.
"I'm sorry." This was the only thing I could come up with. He gritted his teeth and once again dragged me away. Our carriage was parked a few blocks away and so he pushed me inside.
What did I do so wrong? Am I not allowed to go out? You were also outside so why are you angry at me. Shouldn't I be angry at you? You were with some other woman other than your wife. Am I not allowed to express my feelings?