Chapter 11 - The Nosy Husband

I've become quite good friends with the men in the palace. Everyone except for Reo, of course. I've been obsessed with trying to find a way back but they have come up dry. As requested, Reo gave me my own part of the palace, far away from any noise and some place where I could think.

One day, he past by my palace and saw me working outside. While I carved a log into a wooden gear, he couldn't help but feel a certain warmth on his cheeks. My beauty was unrivaled by any he had seen before. My skin was as soft as a pillow, and my lips tasted as sweet as a candied apple.

He didn't expect to feel this strongly towards me but I was the first woman to ever refuse and defy him at the same time. I was a beautiful diamond that any man would be lucky to possess. However, the diamond itself had a mind of her own and she wasn't afraid of voicing out her opinion.

One day, when I went out riding, Reo snuck into my cabin. Pages of parchment were everywhere. On the walls, on the floor, even on the ceiling. But there was something beautiful in the chaos that I had made. His eyes found my journals and immediately picked one up. Opening it up to the first page, he started to read it. The handwriting had changed from the last journal that he had read.

"It's been a while since I've written in my journal. I've been quite busy. My teacher thinks that I should skip a few grades but Mother is insistent that I remain 'where I belong'. I found that quite funny, considering that I don't belong anywhere. I'm too smart for the younger children, too smart for the teenagers and even smarter than the adults. Is there a place where I'll be able to find people like me? People who possess the ability to oversee the obvious and concentrate on the hidden elements of things?"

My words were deep and weighed on Reo's mind. Some of my darkest moments were poured into these journals. The moments where I couldn't help but feel trapped despite having the freedom to leave my home. Expectations, deadlines, more expectations... I couldn't help it. All that Reo read was a cry for help and the wish for someone to come save me.

Never again was he going to let me return to that place. The pain I was feeling while writing these books... he felt the exact same way when he became Lord. The amount of work, the price of his decisions... we were so similar. We found a way to hide these feelings. Lord Reo had nightmares almost every night. Terrible ones which ended up making him die in the worst possible ways. I managed to cope by writing my feelings in these journals and even if he could tell that I was sometimes lying about my feelings in the writing, he felt the pain radiating through each page.

He caressed my workbench and then turned towards my bed. It hadn't even been used... had I slept at all? He wasn't going to have this... He stormed out of my manor and right towards the fields, where he spotted me riding alongside Arte. Never before had he seen Arte smile like that. Normally terrified of horses, Arte never went near them. Then, he saw me. My smile. My beautiful face. It wasn't for him, it was for Arte.

Something swelled up in his chest. Something dark and black; terrifying and dangerous at the same time. He wanted to rip me from the horse and lavish me in front of Arte, claiming me as his own. However, he wasn't going to do that, despite his feelings. I was going to be crying his name out tonight, not Arte's.

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