"The Queen threw the dirty letter on the floor.
"They have murdered my ambassador on the steps of the Temple." Her voice shook and she clenched her fists tightly as she spoke. "You know what this means, do you not? War. I say it means war!"
The King looked over at her, slouched in his throne of thorns, chewing on a juicy grape.
"And what might you, a woman, know of these matters?"
The Queen turned to face him, eyes thunderous and fists still clenched, in an attempt to steady herself.
"Might I recall a certain Battle of the Three Hills to Your Majesty's attention? A conflict where my counsel was the only one that led you and your generals to victory?" She bowed her head slightly.
He paid no mind.
"Take her away. I'm not in the mood for your moods and your dramatic nature. As you know, I haven't been for a very long time. Your being here bores me. Leave."
The first general stood up briskly. "Your Majesty. If I may have permission to speak -"
"Silence. I won't have you defending your whore's honour."
The throne room grew silent. One could have heard a handkerchief falling to the ground.
The Queen was the first to recompose herself.
"Majesty. I beg your indulgence for just a moment before I take my leave of you. It sounded to my ears as though you were accusing me of having an affair with the here present general, a man most loyal to you, my dear husband. How ridiculous." She smiled at him.
"And now, if you will excuse me, I have grown tired of your insults. I shall retire to the drawing room." She nodded towards her ladies in waiting and they followed her out of the still silent throne room like obedient little ducklings.
"She's a madwoman and a whore. Your whore." The King nodded to the general. "Better yours than mine." He laughed wholeheartedly.
If only he could have seen his second in command quietly sniggering behind him. What everyone except the King and Queen knew, was that for a long time that man had been spying on them both, paying careful attention never to be caught in the act, but catching many others in flagrante delicto and in many other, rather uncomfortable positions."
Sunday 23 June 2013
Friday 21 June 2013
Realization
"The strangest thing happened the last time I saw him.
The most unexpected thought crawled into my mind as he was joking around with the rest of them. We have nothing to say to each other, we don't even look at each other with interest anymore. And now that the physical thing between us has run its course, there is no reason for us to interact, to see or to even think about the other.
When these thoughts occurred to me, there was a calmness floating through my mind, along with the realization that should have come to me sooner: no matter for how long I did not see it, the truth had been there for years. It just took seeing him clearly for me to finally comprehend that there never was and never will be a true friendship between us. This must all seem quite repetitive, and I must apologize for that, dear Kitty, but you are the companion that never retorts or laughs inadequately or hiccups at the wrong moment during our conversations. And most importantly, you knew him too, through my eyes and your own. A blessing and a curse, both in disguise.
Now we are rid of him, of thoughts that would start with the likes of "what if we ended up in bed together again" and end with, let's be honest, a few graphic images. Now we are rid of him. Now we are rid of him.
No matter how many times I repeat it to myself, and inevitably to you my dear, I await a sensation of sadness and a feeling of loss to slowly make its descent upon me. It has not done so, and I know that it will not ever come to that. He is gone, lost to me, in a good way. He is there, should I want to talk to him, but at the same time, he is gone from my world.
You felt it too, did you not? You know what I mean.
You knew before I did that there was nothing more between us and you just wanted me to find out on my own, not to be influenced by your opinions, my sweetest friend.
And I love you dearly for it."
The most unexpected thought crawled into my mind as he was joking around with the rest of them. We have nothing to say to each other, we don't even look at each other with interest anymore. And now that the physical thing between us has run its course, there is no reason for us to interact, to see or to even think about the other.
When these thoughts occurred to me, there was a calmness floating through my mind, along with the realization that should have come to me sooner: no matter for how long I did not see it, the truth had been there for years. It just took seeing him clearly for me to finally comprehend that there never was and never will be a true friendship between us. This must all seem quite repetitive, and I must apologize for that, dear Kitty, but you are the companion that never retorts or laughs inadequately or hiccups at the wrong moment during our conversations. And most importantly, you knew him too, through my eyes and your own. A blessing and a curse, both in disguise.
Now we are rid of him, of thoughts that would start with the likes of "what if we ended up in bed together again" and end with, let's be honest, a few graphic images. Now we are rid of him. Now we are rid of him.
No matter how many times I repeat it to myself, and inevitably to you my dear, I await a sensation of sadness and a feeling of loss to slowly make its descent upon me. It has not done so, and I know that it will not ever come to that. He is gone, lost to me, in a good way. He is there, should I want to talk to him, but at the same time, he is gone from my world.
You felt it too, did you not? You know what I mean.
You knew before I did that there was nothing more between us and you just wanted me to find out on my own, not to be influenced by your opinions, my sweetest friend.
And I love you dearly for it."
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