His Pain

It’s been a few days since the death of the king and queen, and ever so silent had the castle been. Everyone mourned the loss suffered, but no one even thought of why the king and queen committed suicide.

Rob was the one to suffer most. He couldn’t eat, sleep or do anything anymore. He was traumatized and was confined in his room since that very day. He just hugged the photos of his parents all day. That was all he wanted to do. Hold their memories forever.

Eleanor came into the room and met him doing what he always does. She was holding a tray with food and a glass of water. She dropped the tray on the side table and sat down on the bed beside him. Rob looked at her, him being so fragile. He knew she was here to feed him, but he didn’t want to eat.

“Rob,” Eleanor began,

“I’m not hungry,” Rob said. Like he could read her mind, she sighed. She had to deal with this every day and she was getting pretty bored of it.

“Rob, You have to eat something. If you don’t, you’ll get sick. And I don’t want you to get sick.” she lied. She was really good at lying for some reason. Rob just didn’t feel like eating. He just wanted to be alone

She tried feeding him, but he would move his head away. She couldn’t marry him like this. It wouldn’t work. So she had decided that it was best if he saw a doctor. From another country that is.

“you want to be alone?” she placed a hand on his shoulder. He simply nodded in affirmation. She stood up to leave, but he held her hand,

“thank you,” he said like a child. So innocent. Eleanor smiled and exited the room. She gave an eye roll and a scoff and walked down to her room.

She opened the door and met Rick on her bed. She closed the door and locked it behind her. She huffed,

“I hate taking care of him!” she admitted harshly. Rick chuckled,

“well, get used to it.” She glared at him. He could be annoying at times, but she just had to get used to him. For now.

“easy for you to say. You’re not doing anything.” she scoffed, obviously upset. He stood up and hugged her from behind,

“I’m sorry for making you upset. I promise to keep my mouth shut.” he snuggled her. She returned the gesture,

“fine. I’ll forgive you. Only on one condition.” she turned to him with a serious expression. Rick scratched his head,

“and what is that Baby doll?” she pushed him on the bed. He was a bit surprised, but he knew where this was going. She mounted him slowly,

“screw me,” he smirked. She would never change. Will she?

Sandra was taking a walk around the village. She looked like a teen again. She wore a plain white long-sleeved shirt and a sexy, nice fitted black skirt that stopped just after her knees. it also had pockets for badass-ry. She walked elegantly on a pair of black high heels, stunning everyone that she passed by. Even teenagers. She just rocked the look.

She was on her way to Jude’s stall to pick up some foodstuffs she’d left there by accident. So she just thought she should look good doing it. Everyone wasn’t happy about the death of the king and queen but she didn’t give a damn.

She arrived and saw Henry attending to the items. He looked up and his eyes locked with Diana’s sister. More or less. Henry began sweating,

“um, dad! Someone wants to see you!!” Henry gulped. Sandra laughed and this shocked Henry.

“aunt Sandra??!!” she winked and placed her index finger on her lip. He simply nodded and then his dad came. Jude choked on his spit when he saw Sandra. He blinked a lot and made sure he wasn’t dreaming. Then he began to work his charm,

“Hello miss. Can I help you?” he gave a stupid grin. Henry stiffed his laughter, Jude shot a death glare making him shut up.

“I’m here for my stuff. The ones I left here yesterday.” Sandra spoke up. Jude’s eyes widened and gave the woman a second scan,

“Sandra??!!” he somewhat screamed. Sandra and Henry burst out into uncontrollable laughter. Jude was so embarrassed. He scoffed out his shame, crossed his arms, and looked away.

“oh Jude, you will never change!” her laughter gradually leaving. Henry was on the floor, he was going to die of laughter.

“But why are you dressed like this?!” he couldn’t understand. Sandra cocked her brow,

“do you want me to wear baggy clothes for the rest of my life? If so, then say it to my face.” Jude was as red as a tomato. He had been pranked. Just when he thought it was a hot girl, it was actually Sandra.

He will admit, she did look beautiful. And it was nice to see her hair fly with the wind, instead of a bun. He was glad to see her looking good and feeling good.

“but Sandra, the whole village is still mourning, and you’re wearing this?” he handed her groceries.

“oh, Jude give me a break. When my husband died, everyone was still the same. And when Arianna left, nothing pretty much changed. Did they mourn? No, then why should I? Plus, they can die as much as they want, I won’t give a damn.” she collected her groceries. Jude was shocked to the core,

“Sandra?! Why did you say all that??!!” he wanted to know where all those words came from,

“you can say whatever you want to. But I ain’t taking that back because I meant it” with that, she left a paralyzed Jude and a confused Henry.

She was right. Why should she care? They didn’t deserve it. Only good people deserve pity, not those that take everything away from you.

Diana was resting on a tree, thinking about Rob. She’d missed him so much. She was actually expecting him today, but before he comes, she decided to use the time to fantasize. She sighed lovingly, closing her eyes, imagining they were both alone, with no distractions. Slow dancing to a beautiful song, lost in their own world.

She smiled dreamily. But the fantasy died when she heard Rava growl. She opened her eyes and looked down. She sighed and got off the tree,

“what is it, girl?” Rava growled. Diana didn’t know what was wrong with her. Rava had a feeling something bad had happened, but she didn’t know how to tell her sister because it had never happened before.

She just went on growling and nuzzling her. She was very uneasy and worried about something, but Diana couldn’t understand her. So she just stroked her fur until she fell asleep. Diana wondered what was wrong. Maybe Henry knew what was wrong? For some reason, she felt uneasy too. But she couldn’t explain it too.

Henry sat down beside Rava, stroking her. He saw the worried face of Diana and asked what was wrong

“what’s wrong Diana? You look stressed out. Any problem?” she raised her head to look straight into his eyes,

“it’s Rava. She was acting strangely this morning. She was very uneasy. Something must have gone wrong, so she must have sensed it.” Henry could understand. The village was at a standstill ever since the king and queen passed away.

“Yeah, I understand how she feels. The king and queen passed away a few days ago and we’re currently in a state of mourning.” she couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

“What???” Henry sadly nodded. Diana felt a surge of sorrow within her,

“Rob,” she whispered to herself. She looked down to her feet and a tear fell. She quickly wiped it, so Henry wouldn’t think she was crying.

Henry wasn’t in a good mood so he bid her farewell and left. When she was sure he was gone, she struck her fist against the hard bark of the tree. She didn’t care about the pain, the only pain she was feeling was Rob’s. And she knew exactly who did this. Eleanor. She swore revenge on behalf of him. Eleanor will pay for this.