Your Highness VII
A/N: this is short, but I have already written so many future chapters, I just need to write like the middle parts😂 of dear lord help me. Gif: bonniebirdgifscentre | enjoy!
You got dressed, the silk rubbing against your body made you feel like a true queen. Why did they treat you like this? Only a few weeks ago, you were the biggest threat that walked their halls, now you were to be their queen with the finest jewels and fabrics at your disposal. A knock on you door interrupted your tying of the strings on your dress, “who is it?”
You could hear the door creek open a little, “Alfred.”
You smiled, “Come on,” he shuffled forward a little, “can you please tie this?”
“Yea,” you could feel his hands take the long strips away from yours, “they are to have a dinner for the success with the Vikings.”
You hitched your breath, a dinner? “I don’t think I will attend.”
You could feel his hands leave the back of your dress and snake around your waist, his head leaning against your shoulder, “they wish to hold it for you.” For you? They should be holding it for the lives that were taken, celebrate them in hopes some will reach Valhalla, even then, most will end up in Hel. You hands rested on top of his, “How are you?”
You could feel the heavy tears forming in your eyes, “watch your people die by your own doing and tell me how you feel,” you whisper, staring straight as flashbacks of the screams and blood fill your eyes.
The wetness, the spit falling down your hair. It made you wanna scrub your skin clean of the memories, but if would never fully be clean, no matter how hard you try. “Y/N,” he turned you to face him, but all you wanted to do was fall to the ground.
You felt weak, to heavy to even hold yourself up, you tucked your head in his neck, letting out sobs, “I let them die Alfred, they pleaded with me even spit on me, and I just let it happen,” you could feel his hands wrap around you, “I had to watch children, children,” you whisper into his ear.
“Y/N,” you could hear the sympathy in his words, “it is alright, we will be fine.”
“No, no we won’t, everyone says that, but it won’t be fine, we won’t be fine!”
He pulled away from you, lowering to caress your head in his hands, “why don’t we skip the dinner.”
You looked to the ground, “you cannot do that, you are the king.”
He made you look at him, “and you are to be my queen. We can just talk or sleep,” you smiled, which caused him to paint one on himself. “Is that alright?” You nodded your head, “okay, Come on,” he tugged your body towards the bed, moving the furs to help you get comfortable, then he laid down next to you, wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug.
After a while of silence, you broke it, “my brothers will wage a war on Wessex when they hear about this.”
You swallowed hard, “the killings, our marriage, me converting.”
He’s fingers drew pictures on your skin, “let them,” he almost mumbled it, “you are all I need and I’m willing to wait years if that is what it will take to see you happily reign by my side.”
You smiled, turning your body up to look at him, “thank you.”
Though you said thanks, did all your prayers to their god, and was taught every rule in their books, when you were alone, you found yourself breaking. You took deep breath’s, sitting in your tub. You tried holding the tears in, but they wanted to force themselves out. You leaned your head against the wood, why? Why was this happening to you? You could feel your face scrunch, trying to force the heavy droplets of water out from your eyes. No, this was not you. You turned back up, breath, you’re more than this. You hid your pain from anyone that wished to talk, Alfred was the worst. You found yourself fighting about the little things, questioning why you were even here. “I don’t believe we should hold the wedding so soon, we must wait, till their civil war has died down and their will be no repercussions.”
Alfred’s back was turned to you, “Y/N, they have already called for a day. We cannot hold it off because of their war, they are pagans.” That word, it hurt your head to hear. You were once a pagan, so why must he speak so ill of them. You grabbed your cloak, hearing him sigh, “where are you going?”
“To visit a friend,” you tightened it, looking at him with annoyance, “do not forget your fiancé was a pagan.” You slammed the door behind you, what were you doing? You wished you could turn back around, run to him and apologize and kiss him, but the damage was done. Tomorrow would be a new day, but you mustn’t tamper with what God had in store for you now.
“You have come to visit!” You glared to Cace as she jumped when she heard the door creak opened, “ooh! Let me guess,” she could see the despair on your face, “you husband doesn’t preform for you?”
You glared her down, “Cace! Shut up!”
She sat back, “fine, but what have you done with our people?” Your eyes went to the floor, “you killed them! I knew you would!” She smiled, her smile almost sadistic, “was it fun?”
“No, it wasn’t fun,” you muttered.
“But you are here, so it gave you some satisfaction.”
You bent down against the wall, pushing your head into your hands, “please just be quiet.” In truth, you only went down there for quietness, knowing Alfred wouldn’t even think about visiting a women who tried to kill him. You could feel the tears forming again, “Erica is still alive.”
Her eyes widened, “Erica? Where is she?”
You closed your eyes tight, trying to rid yourself of the memories. You took a deep breath, facing to look at her again, “in a cell, down the hall from you.”
You could see her questions appear, “well, do-does she know why she’s here?” You couldn’t answer that, you hadn’t even talked to her since you forced her here. You should have killed her, let her die instead of rotting in a place she doesn’t wish to be.
You stood from your spot, “I have to go.” Before Cace could respond, you found yourself in front of the doors of Erik’s room. Oh god, what were you doing? This isn’t right, she shouldn’t be here. You took a deep breath, pushing the door open, “Erika?”
You must have woken her from her sleep, because you could hear the chain suddenly rattle with the new voice within the room. “Y/N?”