The Emperor who loves me dearly - Chapter 84

“Are you okay?” a little girl’s high pitched voice asked the lady in front of her. Although adorned in stunning accessories and wearing a majestic gown, the petite lady seems to be agitated. Good thing her face is covered in light make-up, no one can notice the blood that ran out her face.

Celestia’ Point of View

I broke into a sweat. My heart pounded, and my hand began to feel clammy against my bouncing knee. I began to pace back and forth, stomping my feet impatiently at each end of the room.

“Are you okay?” a young lady in blue gown asked me, her voice like squeaky and high-pitched. I know I’m not in my very best state right now, but I can’t help it, my heart is pounding harder every minute Logan is not here. It’s been two hours since he was gone missing and since everyone kept searching.

My feet hurt from looking at every corner in the empire, it was too vast, too wide for me to finish looking for him. I went back in hope that when I return someone will say, he’s back…

People started to rest and re-apply their makeups and straighten their garments. The people noticed that the former emperor is seating as if Logan is not even missing and it calmed the people, it calmed me a little bit.

I nodded slightly and tried to smile, “I’m fine, thank you” I wanted it to be a little more energetic yet it seems like my soul drifted away this night, my mind is too preoccupied with thousands of emotions and questions.

“His Majesty will return soon” she opened a topic. Her tone seems to be reassuring me, or is it just my hallucination?

I’m tired from all the walking, from all the problems. It’s only a short time of happiness. Why do I always feel like time is running out when we are together hubby?

Why does it feel like we keep chasing each other when we’re not meant to do so?

I tried to keep tears from down my face, I can’t…I can’t give up now.

How many times have I said that I won’t give up? How many more times should I fight?

“I-I hope so” I replied as my voice started to become unstable.

“He’s with Astrid,” the little lady beside me said as if stating a simple fact. Her teeth in braces as she talks, only now I can see clearly her features. Her blue eyes complimented her dark curly hair, she’s a little bit chubby but that’s what makes her beautiful.

“Why do you address Her Majesty in such a common manner?” I replied, diverting the topic.

Why would he be with Astrid?

Did he finally tell her about our plan tonight?

Our plan to announced to everyone our relationship and their divorce…

I despise myself from thinking such things, words that would only come in the mind and mouth of a mistress were thought and uttered by me.

Words of shame.

I tasted the bitterness just by thinking about it. I never wanted to become a mistress, never dreamed of it but can you blame me for fighting back?

It feels so wrong yet I can’t stop myself, I can’t stop myself from loving Logan Daxon Fergus, my Adam.

Who wouldn’t fall for a man who looks at you as if you are the most precious thing in the world? The way his usual stagnant eyes sparkle when he sees me…only me.

Tears started to flow in my eyes, I’m still waiting for the response of the little lady beside me.

“Why you ask? Hmm, because I’m her little sister” she smiled widely, now showing her braces in full.

So Astrid has a sister, that’s why their eyes both resembles the ocean.

I hope she can forgive me someday, but now, I’m somewhat at ease, if what this young lady is telling the truth, I can rest assured that Logan is fine.

Before I could even respond, a loud sound of a gong roared throughout the hall. Although everything is modernized this day, the empire still tries to maintain some places ancient, well-crafted and designed as those in past times, and this place is one of those, one of the signs of the times. A golden gong is a proof of power before times, and now, it is used to announce the arrival…the arrival of His Majesty.

“Behold and make way, His Majesty, the emperor, Logan Daxon Fergus has arrived together with Her Highness, Astrid Vega Fergus, the empress” a man’s voice boomed, his black and suit carved with golden linings suggest that he is the master of ceremonies in this event.

“I told you so,” her squeaky voice made it enough for me to hear her through the loud clapping of the crowds, the various celebrities, leaders, CEO’s and high profile people started to wait for the entrance of the royals. My eyes are glued too at the grand and enormous entrance.

The very act of watching was hurting my eyes, and my heart is still threatening to burst forth from my ribcage.

Indeed, it is Logan in his dark suit filled with golden carvings and red cape in gold linings, his rarely worn crown stood atop, declaring to the world that he is the supreme ruler of the Theavarian empire. Beside him is an equally majestic woman, her posture stood straight while she walks like a true queen, her crown matched with Logan’s shines every time light hits it. Her body-hugging red gown leaving a long trail. Her golden hair, similar to mine, is tied up in a neat bun.

This is too painful for me to watch, I wanted to run away, to scream, but I know, Logan will settle it, everything will become okay.

Inhale…

Exhale…

Celestia, Logan loves you okay?

I wanted to run into his arms but this invincible barrier keeps me from doing so, not now when I’m perceived as a home-wrecker, not now when I still don’t have the right.

Not now…

The two walks slowly in the middle, I’m not too far nor too close for them to see, but I know among this crowd, Logan will find me, he will see me.

I was waiting for him to look at me, to search for me like how I searched for him, but he never looked in my direction. His eyes are locked somewhere as if he is thinking something I can’t fathom.

“What’s wrong?” I muttered weakly, I thought I’m going to be the one you’re going to look for…

While waiting for his eyes to land on mine, a pair of blue eyes pierced through mine, it was Astrid’s.

Her eyes sharp yet a smile of victory is plastered on her angelic face.

Her mouth started to form words, carefully constructing it while looking at my direction.

“You lost” was what she mouthed.