Chapter 20: The biggest favour
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Sunset came and left, but Margaret didn't return like she promised.
Alexia's usually homely sickbed started to feel increasingly confining, her cosy bedsheets ever more suffocating with every minute she decided to wait.
Margaret was never late. Not once in all those days, and certainly not when she explicitly promised she would drop by later during her hasty, earlier visit the same day.
She looked defeated and kept her answers short. The few she was willing to give. No attempts to brighten her mood or open up about what was weighing down on her soul found fruitful ground. She offered simply nothing to latch onto. Only that she swore to explain everything that was going on after taking care of something "very important".
There was no doubt in Alexia's mind that this sense of urgency arose from the archduchess' visit... and her offer. Especially after Helena assured her that despite the warm words this "offer" was not received as such by any of the onlookers. It was a demand from her directly to Margaret... that she should take her daughter's hand or face the consequences.
No image was burnt clearer into Alexia's imagination than the vivid vision of Margaret, dressed in all white, her stomach swollen and round with their child, awaiting the bride, who would be somebody else.
This reoccurring picture left the former commander restless although she could never have hoped for anything more. Only fools could hold on to such naïve hopes. She was a nobody, ever since joining the royal guard. A nobody with no titles, no riches and no influence that could be of use to a young king. All she could offer was love and passion. But even if she had won Margaret's heart; Nobodies do not marry kings.
Another hour passed and Alexia had enough. She needed to see Margaret. She rose from her bed, tightened the bandages and grabbed the only thing she swore to share every moment of her journey with before leaving for Margaret's bedroom.
The walk across the whole palace was a tedious and exhausting journey for the weakened soldier. She managed to avoid any of her sisters by using passages only a handful of people knew. Thankfully that included the former commander of the royal guard as well. Each step felt more tormenting than the previous one. Beth's sword dangling from her side also seemed to put on pounds with each new step of Alexia's weary feet.
But while the familiar pain swelled on her battered side, so did her determination to see Margaret. She rallied her stray thoughts and directed them to her lover which also helped her forgetting about the gaping wound for a bit longer. As well as allowing her mind circling around the events leading up to this taxing odyssey away from her sickbed.
There was nothing more she could have done. She gave Margaret her all, even things she could have never seen herself offering. There was no price too steep to at least fight for this love with every weapon she had in her arsenal. She even allowed her love to find passion and relief in the arms of someone else, although it was the arms of a friend -- one that could be trusted. Just the thought of Margaret fucking and even worse... loving someone else, made Alexia's empty stomach twist and turn in ways she once would have deemed impossible.
No, it was the right decision at the time. A painful one yes, but the right one. If Margaret had to find pleasure in the arms of someone else, it could only be Helena, who promised on her life that she will just fulfil her duties. Nothing more.
Others would not have done so without any bigger motives in mind. Especially none of the battalion of noblewomen who longed to seduce a king who stood no chance against such temptations if her needs were not taken care off by then.
Yet, it changed nothing. Even this sacrifice was not enough to keep Margaret at her side, not if the kingdom was still reigned by the generation that forged it. There was nothing more she could have done, Alexia was aware of that fact, but it offered no solace to her... only more pain and anger.
Her breath was deep and frantic by the time she reached Margaret's bedroom and she was also seemingly not alone. Voices echoed past the wooden door that marked the entrance to Margaret's most private sanctuary. Familiar voices. The former king's and queen's voices.
Her worst worries were proven right in that moment and her furious determination yielded to resignation. She leaned back onto the wall in mute defeat, not interested in listening to anything the royal family was exchanging, despite literally just needing to pay the slightest bit of attention. She was done.
The former king and queen and their successor kept debating for a bit longer until the wooden entrance opened and freed Alexia from the numb emptiness that clouded her mind.
She had no time or means to hide in time. There was only one hallway leading up to Margaret's room and silently outpacing someone with her gaping wound without risking further injury would have been impossible anyways. So, she stood firm, ready to meet the gaze of those two women who took a major role in robbing the life she could have had... with Margaret... and their child from her.
Alexia raised her chin, straightened her back and didn't flinch when both Anastasia and Euridike looked at her in surprise. Neither looked angered by her presence, if anything they looked increasingly sad and more miserable by the second.
They closed the door carefully behind them and didn't reveal Alexia's presence to their daughter yet. If they had any words to exchange to their former bodyguard this would have been the moment.
The massive couple slowly walked closer, their presence more towering and dominating as they appeared to grow taller until they stopped right before Alexia. She was not sure what she was supposed to say, nor were they as it seemed.
"Your highness," she said and bowed with her last bit of loyalty and respect left towards Anastasia while adding "Your Grace" and bowing once more when meeting Euridike's azure blue eyes.
She remained in that posture for a bit, expecting they would ask her to raise her head again. Or maybe whisper words of harm and threats into her ear. That she should stay away from their daughter or will face a horrible fate. Or would they even show some empathy and apologize? She didn't really know what to expect anymore. And still she was totally taken aback on how the royal couple reacted.
A hand was softly clapping her on the shoulder and made Alexia look up. The former highking, standing at a staggering 10 feet, clearly branded by the strain that was put on her in the prison and beyond, looked down at her in a caring warmth Alexia had never seen from her before.
She didn't say anything, but a gaze can often tell much more than words were able to convey. Warriors like them knew that better than most. A moment later she put on a soft, almost proud smile and slowly passed by her perplexed former commander without looking back.
Alexia's gaze followed the king into the darkness until steps behind her reminded her that she was still in the presence of former royalty.
"Your grace...wh -," she said softly and once more set out to bow, but the 9ft blonde came seemingly crashing down on her.
Euridike's hug would have been an even heartier one, wouldn't it be for her consideration for Alexia's still healing wounds robbing the former queen's embrace of some of its passion. But none of its warmth. Still, Beth's sheathed sword rattled with the rest of Alexia's body by the sudden embrace.
