Chapter 53: The Ambush
I stood outside, watching as the servants load my trunks inside the carriage. As the early sunrays filled the morning sky they painted the dew-treated ground with pale golden light. The air was fresh, having the distant chirping of birds amidst soft murmurs of the servants. It looked like it was going to be a beautiful day but I knew better than that.
The sound of each descending trunk punctured my heart as if they were steel nails driven deeper into my organs. This was real. This was happening, I was getting sent back. The more the servants load the trunk, the more I wished that someone would come out to stop all of this.
I turned to look at the window where Celeste’s bedroom was, where I knew Reagan was. When I had been escorted out this morning, the door to her room was opened and I saw Reagan shirtless sitting on the bed and Celeste was in a flimsy night gown, hugging him from behind. I didn’t know if the door was left open on purpose or not, but one thing was definitely clear whatever Reagan and I had, it was definitely over.
Turning away before the first tear could fall, I looked back at the carriage only to see that the servants had finished loading up my trunks. This was it then! I thought to myself as I drew in a deep breath, taking slow steps towards the carriage.
I met Heather at the entrance, her gray eyes were misty with tears as she stared at me. "I really wish I could come with you my lady."
"I know." I stated grabbing a hold of her hand.
Sniffing, Heather gripped my hand tighter. "I will do anything I can to come visit you okay? I will speak to Sir Reagan, even Lady Marina if I have to, I’ll come and_"
"Actually Heather," I said cutting her off, "It is best if you don’t." I informed her to which her eyes widened at but that was the only explanation that I could give to her.
Without saying any other word, I climbed into the carriage with the help of the footmen. I sat down still, keeping my head down and not looking up, not even when the carriage began to move. I folded my gloved hands on my laps, trying all my possible best not to cry.
I had wept all night and slept in my own tears. Heather had been horrified to see me that morning but she had used makeup to cover the dark circles under my eye. So far, no one has yet to figure out what happened or that I was the black knight.
The only thing they knew was that Reagan and I had a fight and I found out from Heather that most people chucked it up to me being upset about Celeste being pregnant and the reason why I was leaving home was because I felt it would be better to be around my own family.
What a fucking joke! I snorted a little.