Brave girl
Gerrard and I go for shopping in the luxurious malls while our partners stayed back and enjoyed the home environment.
While we were at the malls, buying expensive stuff and everything that made us happy, we finally decide to get some rest and shop again later. We had the whole day for ourselves anyway.
"So." I sit down, tons of bodyguards for both of us surrounding us. Indeed, no one but the rich can shop in this mall but we still take our chances. He sighs, placing the bags down by his chair as he smiles. His smile was pretty loud.
"Oh~ I can hear your smile!" I tease him.
"So. You love my cousin, Gerrard?" He inhales sharply before answering me.
"Yes. I love the mother of my child to death." He says.
"That's lovely. Jocastia... Jocastia... I'm still not over that name, you know? It kinda reminds me of everything about my past associated with that name." I say with a sad smile.
"What kind of past are we talking about?" He enquires. Suddenly, I felt the need to fill him in with the information. I haven't told anyone about the details of my Ex-Boyfriend and how he gave me a scar which will never go away. It nay fade with time, but I'll remember it forever. And also the scars that his brother gave me.
I'll never forget them...
"Oh my God..." the King of Eulandia exclaims, covering his mouth.
"I- I'm so sorry that it happened to you... oh my God." He reacts. I chuckle and say it was a part of my past and I've over it. Aaron helped me a ton and these two and a half years of togetherness proved to me that I had the best times of my life with him. He's an angel in disguise, sent to earth to acquaint with me.
"But still, Ravine. You should have told me everything before. I feel so sorry for you. Now I understand why you blame King Versalis for your..."
"Yeah. That's that. But he's gone now. Father is gone and I don't hold anything against him. It's as if telling him that I got hurt because he was taking some rational decisions for my growth." I say to Gerrard.
"Hmm... I'm glad you realised it. Oh, I feel like a fool now. I couldn't stay by his side when he needed us the most. When the news spread like wildfire after his death and the royal army was deployed to find me... I didn't think it was real, somehow. I rejected his death."
Of course.
My father was someone very dear to Gerrard.
I remember one instance from my childhood.
Gerrard was eleven and I was around eight when he came over by royal decree. Their family has been serving us with intellectual arguments and resources for decades, and after his parents' death in a fatal crash, he was aided in the palace by the King himself. My father paid all kinds of respect to their family.
Coming back to the scenario, I was playing fetch with a nanny when Gerrard came for the first time to the palace. He was heading over to the library when I saw him for the first time.
"Gerrard, is it!?" I yell from the other side. The play ground was devoid of kids my age, so I happened to ask him to play with me.
I couldn't understand the depth of his sadness. He only lost his parents a day ago, he was shattered like a glass thrown into a wall.
He politely refuses my offer, not wanting to exert himself physically. He had things to do and he was the most responsible eleven year old I've ever seen. I aspired to be like him.
But the next day, I convinced him to play with me. Bribing him with chocolates and sweets, taking he was a sweet tooth by the way he gulped the dessert last night at our family dinner.
He agrees and we begin to play. At the end of the day, he approaches me while panting and giving me a bottle of water.
"Princess Ravine..." he calls me. I turn to him.
"You are my first ever friend." He says, his heart heavy with immeasurable sadness.
"You're my first friend too!" I exclaim, genuinely because that was the first time I enjoyed playing with someone my age. I also met the commoner with the black cat two years ago, but I hadn't really considered him a friend who I can play so much and fruitfully with.
Since then, our friendship has been the strongest.
It was funny to see the parallelism in our stories.
We both weren't there for our parents' tragic death, but their deaths brought us together two times in history.
I release a shaky sigh and fake a bright smile. Suddenly, Gerrard stands up and walks towards me to embrace me tightly.
"I'm sorry." There was no use for showing empathy towards me now. It was a matter in the past.
"It's alright, don't apologise to me. Also, our order's here." I brush off the topic with ease as he sits back down. We further discuss about things and he bitches about the royal family at the palace and their displeasure with him being the deputy King.
Further, him and I go back home at around 7 pm with loads of food after telling them not to prepare anything at home. I felt sorry for Aaron because he was excited to cook an exquisite cuisine for them, honoring their stay at his place.
I go back with tons of gifts to give to all four of them; Jocastia, Miranda, Gerrard and lastly to my boyfriend, Aaron.
Midnight strikes. Miranda claims she was asleep as Gerrard follows her to the bedroom with droopy eyes too.
I and Aaron make our way to the pool and sink our legs inside. The cold water calms me as I talk to him about today.
"So you've told him about your past." I hum at his statement. He holds my hand in his, softly kissing the back of it as he proceeds to kiss my forehead as well.
"You're the bravest girl I've ever seen, baby. Thank you for having so much courage in you." He says. To be honest, I've changed a lot after he came into my life. Most of the credit... goes to him.
