Michael

I toss yet another empty wine bottle on the opposite side of the room, smashing it in to a million tiny pieces against the wall as it makes contact.

Where did a common servant boy like me get dozens of full bottles of very expensive alcohol you ask? Good question.

I got a hold of an entire box of wine bottles while I was helping to clean out the chambers of a noble person who was killed in the brutal attack yesterday morning. Guards and servants were going through everyone's things to see what needed to be sent back with the bodies to their respective countries. I happen to come across the bottles before anyone else.

Lucky me.

I know taking the alcohol is stealing. And I also know that stealing is wrong. But hey, they are dead. What do they need the alcohol for anyways? Might as well put it to some good use.

The amount of light outside tells me it is already morning. I have been drinking all night. What a pity to have wasted an entire night wallowing over my poor self-esteem.

A loud burp exits my body and echoes through the tiny room. I laugh at the sound it makes and try to mimic the way it echoed. My lauguing soon turns in to crying as the harsh reality of my life hits me like a falling three-hundred pound boulder landing on top of me.

I have not asked for much in life. I lived in a one room shack my entire life with an abusive mother who never even wanted a kid in the first place. Why couldn't I just have this one thing?

All I wanted was to feel like something mattered. I wanted to feel like I meant something.

And then I met her. And she was everything. I felt as if my life has meaning. My life had a purpose. I felt as if for once, my life was worth living. I had a path in life and I though I had finally gotten to the end: my happily ever after.

And then she was gone. That intimate moment the two of us shared at that lake, I thought that would bond us together for life. I was wrong. Though we were closer than I thought two people could ever be, she is a thousand worlds apart from me. She will not even speak to me anymore so that she can keep her reputation intact.

I am disgusted with her. I am disgusted with the way she is acting. That is not the girl I met at the lake. That is not the girl I shared my first intimate moment with. She is completely different now. Power has changed her. She is exactly the stuck up snobby rich girl everyone talks about behind her back.

My sobbing turns to anger. I hate her enough to kill her. I could kill her for the way she is making me feel. I could warm her up, get her to come back to my chambers unattended, and then kill her. And though I would be betraying her in the worst way possible, she would still not feel as hurt by me as I am of her. That is the sad part.

My anger fades back in to sadness.

She does not love me. She loves him. She never loved me. She loves him. She would never marry me. She loves him. She married him. She loves him. Not me. Him. I am nothing to her now. She has a king now. She has him. Him. I am but a kitchen servant. He is a rich king. He has her. I do not. She is not mine. She is his forever. She loves him. Not me. She will never love me. She won't.

I wish something terrible will happen to the country. I wish it will be conquered by a powerful country. Then Rae will no longer be queen and we can be together. Surely her king will abandon her when she is broke and countryless. Then she will be mine.

Then we can have our happily ever after. 

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