31. Goner

                                    

                                          
After telling everything to Caleb, revealing her my past self, I thought that my whole world would crumble. But after that, she came to live in the countryside with me even though I knew that she liked cities more. 
'What have I done to deserve someone like her?'
She was there for me all the time. Until now, I always had nightmares at night but no one knew. 
I woke up and my body was paralyzed and when I opened my eyes, Mike was on top of me, holding me down. I just lied there, closed my eyes tightly but his image remained even with my eyes closed. It didn't leave until I fell asleep again. That smile...
I couldn't tell anyone and just brushed it away as soon as it was over. 
But now I allowed myself to scream and as soon as Caleb appeared, helped me sit up and hugged me, Mike was gone. 
My sleepless nights turned into normal ones and I even got exited to sleep. 
I didn't go in my cocon neither. I didn't wrap myself in my sheets and rock back and fourth until I calmed down when I felt anxious. Just holding her hand was enough. 
But she had so much she could do! Go to the city, meet people. She could have a normal life but now, she had to take care of a crazy, fragile person. It wasn't fair. 
Unfortunately, when I tried to talk to her about that, I didn't choose my words right and she got angry because I called myself crazy and weak. I'm so dumb. 
I'm not blind. I can see that she has feelings for me. I recalled the conversation we had in the library a few years ago and realized that she was jealous back then. 
She was so worried that she confessed to me that day and I didn't even notice because I was too focused on myself. Pathetic. 
I need to stop her feelings for me but I need to make it right. She had them for years but never let me know. I at least need to be careful not to hurt her this time. 
She needs a real man next to her...
I need to end thing with her somehow...
As I was having these thoughts, we were heading to the capital. It was one of the happiest days of my life, my brother's wedding and I realized that I was thinking about myself again. I need to focus on this happy day.
'Greg is getting married, dammit! Get a hold of yourself!'
As we arrived to the palace, it was already beautiful even without all the preparations ready. I helped my parents in checking if everything was ready. Of course, the King was the main organizer so it was perfection to say the least. 
I went to my brother's lodge and he was the most nervous I had ever seen him. Adorable, stressed angel. 
I cheered him up telling a few funny things, in the limits of my imagination but it somehow worked.
I was blessed with my favorite smile again. 
Then he said something that made me stop breathing. 
"Ami, you'll be the godfather of our kids right?" He said it so proudly that I had to pinch myself to stop starting to cry. 
"Hehe...he it will be my biggest honour, Your 'future' Majesty!"
He left out a chuckle and my mother entered the lodge "she's ready!"
That was what we could call a royal wedding. The level of aristocracy and glamour was enough to provoke a seizure. 
I felt like in a french movie about Louis XIV. 
As we were in the first seats, my brother entered and stood next to the Gand Priest, the man that came to visit me as a small child. I'd really like to talk to Them later, thank Them for the words that gave me so much courage. 
The room fell silent in the expectation of Their Majesties.
Then they entered: the King, proud and... well as impressive as the Emperor of Lyor can be and the most beautiful woman I had ever seen aside from my mother. My mother is the most beautiful ok? She's an angel. 
In a beautiful dress that three servants were holding for her, she entered, an arm crossed with her father. The King graciously extended his hand to let her walk a few more steps ahead and get on the podium. 
The Grand Priest pronounced the prayer and then asked the famous questions. They both answered "yes" and the Grand Priest and Greg started to pronounce the "blessing", which was the traditional prayer that had to be made for a person to be able to enter the Royal Family. 
During that prayer, I heard a clicking sound. I looked at my parents but they didn't seem to have noticed. I looked back and something shone under one of the guard's cap. 
I wanted to brush it away and turn back not to miss a second of the ceremony but something kept me alert. 
I kept glaring at the guard when they suddenly took out an arbalest out of their cape which was surely hidden with shadow magic and pointed it at Greg. 
"In the name of King Wisingham!" They shouted. 
 'That's the neighbouring kingdom's Emperor' I thought before a sharp pain swallowed my mind. 
I realized that Greg was holding me in his arms and that I had jumped from my seat to stop the arrow. 
I could sense a bitter taste in my mouth and realized that it was 'Elizanthem' poison, the only poison that couldn't be cured by light magic. 
I had tasted it's effects as any nobleman of our Empire to get used to the poison but no one could take a high quantity, no matter how used they got to it. 
People were saying things but I couldn't hear anything. 
'Judging from the bitterness in my mouth without me even drinking it, I'm screwed.'
Every thing slowed down. I could barely read on the lips of my brother. 
'A...m...i'
'Yes, that's my name, Amiel Leonheart. Remember me that way.'
"Thank... you... for that name..."
Father, mother, brother, Caleb...
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