forum You do not know how long I have waited for you //OxO//Closed

Started November 11, 2021 by @knightinadream group

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"Oh…" For whatever reason it could be, he almost did not believe her at first. What can make her blush so much like that? Only a fever or a cold or a terrible headache of some sorts can do such a thing. Of course, he cannot think ill of Her Majesty nor her words. She is speaking of the true, he knows, but what can she be happy about? Him?

It does not make any sense to him. Why would Her Majesty be happy about him? He is nothing but a solider. Nothing but a bodyguard now actually. There is not much to him to make such a wonderful monarch like herself happy.

On the other hand, seeing her smile made him happy. Myron could not explain it other than the fact that he enjoyed seeing her gleam at him. His eyes soaked it all in, but they also looked down at the ground. Suddenly his face went back to turning red.

He wanted to say something about her putting up his hair, but he didn't know what to say exactly. The worry of words just falling off his tongue scared him. So did the same with not saying anything at all. Still, his gaze was stuck on the floor except for when he glimpsed up at the queen.

"It is wonderful, my queen," He nodded. "I like it more than just to simply say that I 'like' it for it's amazing. Also, I like the ribbon too. Green is a pretty color if I may say."

“I assure you, I really am happy. You have been so pleasant to me. I’m not saying that I am treated badly by others here, I’m not, but… this is somehow different. I guess, more genuine than many here,”Yethesa said softly, wanting to soothe him somehow. She could tell that he was a bit flustered, but wasn’t sure why.

When she noticed his lingering gaze drop, Yethesa wondered what was wrong. She then noticed his blush and had to put a hand on her lips to contain her giggles. He really was shy, and she couldn’t help find it so endearing.

Thankfully, she was able to compose herself somewhat before Myron looked up. Yethesa wasn’t sure how he would react if she kept giggling like a little girl because he was blushing. But, when he did glance up, her smile immediately returned, steadily growing wider as Myron spoke.

“I’m really glad. And yes it is. I absolutely adore green,”she replied.

It was hard to describe how happy she was in that moment, but Yethesa knew without a doubt that she didn’t want to forget any of it. She had missed this, all of it, the companionship, the hair tying, the talks, so much! And now she could feel genuinely happy for once in three centuries!

His eyes were still staring at her with wide pupils that lit up. The blush on his face had deepened. He even was shifting his weight between his feet. All of this, and Myron does not know ehy he is acting this way. No. He does not know even one bit and yet, he cannot help it. To remain cool seems impossible to him.

"I am honored to hear such a thing, Your Majesty," He gleamed with a nod. "Even though it is not really my place to speak as much, I will be as genuine and sincere as I possibly can. I want you….I want you to…I want you to continue to be happy, my queen."

The sudden stutter made his shoulders tense up. As he spoke, he suddenly had gotten lost in his thoughts. It did not help staring back at Her Majesty, watching as she was smiling back at him. Well, if he could be honest, it did help, though not in the case of him acting bashful and flustered.

Myron chuckled to himself, shaking his head. By all the heavens, he really is such a fool. His hand went up to touch the ribbon for a second. A random thump had hit him in the chest. Dropping his hand to his side, he quietly exhaled.

In the corner of his eye, sunlight had hit him. It must be getting late. How long have they been away? "Uhhh…Your Majesty…Forgive me for interrupting this moment, but should we head back?" He asked. "It is almost evening and I do not wish for you to be late to supper or anything else."

Eventually the sun had set over the horizon. The sky was a blanket of black and dark blue while the hues of orange, pink, light blue, and purple laid where the sun was resting. Myron's first day as the queen's bodyguard is not over yet, but he has learned so much already and he still has so much to learn.

As the queen went on with her schedule and dinner, he kept a reasonable distance or would stay outside by the door. When it was time for Her Majesty to get ready for bed, he left to have dinner himself before returning back to his post outside her bed chambers.

Myron was not sure what else to do from this point on. He was told that once he would be excused that he can go to rest for the evening while night guards will be put in place. Although he has been standing outside for a while now, and the moon is way up in the sky shining down on the earth.

He didn't mind it really. Sometimes the dreams and visions he had would lead him to wake in a panic, so he preferred to be up in those moments. Myron stood straight, looking straight ahead, but occasionally took a glimpse out the window to see the moon.

After Myron’s announcement of the time, Yethesa’s evening turned into a hurried blur. She was behind on a few things, mostly documents, though thankfully not an overwhelming amount. It also would be improper of her to miss dinner without having a better excuse than utterly losing track of time. And, that was without mentioning why she lost track of time.

Though, despite the rush, she wasn’t about to complain. She had Myron now, and maybe a chance for redemption.

Once she was ready for bed, she decided to quickly finish off the last few documents of the day. It wasn’t ideal for her routine, but it was better to have the papers done than not. She then listened for Myron’s return before lying down, a smile crossing her lips when he settled at his new post.

It took her a long moment to fall asleep, just because she was so giddy about having Myron around. But, when she was finally asleep, those giddy thoughts turned into dreams, and Myron’s face became another’s.

The dream was like so many before, memories resurfacing again. Tonight though, they were so much more vivid than they had been in many years. The roughness of the knife’s wooden hilt in her hand as she kissed her beloved. Her rush of panic when she finally struck and realized that she couldn’t undo what she’d just done. Then, her gushing tears as she cradled her dying love against her, begging for forgiveness as he died in her arms.

Yethesa burst awake with a wail, curling up on the bed and crying into her soft, green pillow. She never registered her surroundings as she cried, not even the fluffy white cat that quickly appeared to comfort her. She couldn’t bear the thought of what she might see.

Because, that moment… that one, small moment had destroyed everything she had ever believed in. She had bowed down to her tyrannical father and murdered the man of her dreams. If she could dare to commit such a horrible, horrible thing, then she should be left with the memories, that she can rot in her regret for all eternity.

Every now and then the feeling of weariness crept up upon him. Myron was not able to determine why such a notion was clinging onto him. Nevertheless, he did his best with staying alert and trying not to doze into sleep. Yes he was struggling with it, but he will never really admit it. Well, unless it's to Her Majesty then he would.

Her Majesty. The thought of her makes his heart feel fuzzy yet comforted. It is as though he has known her before, but they just met today. And she treated him so kindly already. All her smiles were as breathtaking as the sunset. Every glance led his heart to skip a beat.

In the midst of him thinking about her, he heardloud weeping from within the chambers. Myron hesitated just for a second. Should he go in? Should he just stay here? But the queen seems to be in distress, wouldn't it be better to go in just in case?

With an inhale, he flung the door open and rushed inside. "Your Majesty?" He called, "What is the matter? Can I help you in any way?" Myron stood there, seeing as she was crying into her pillow. Swiftly, he went over to close the door before going over to her.

Yethesa barely heard her door open, but the moment he spoke, she lifted her head slightly, her half-asleep mind thinking that maybe she had a horrible dream and her love was still okay. But, that hope was quickly wiped away when she realized that her pillow and nightclothes were far more expensive than anything she could’ve had in her youth. No, that dream was reality, and that voice belonged to Myron, the replica of her beloved.

More tears came to her as she fully comprehended that, along with her surroundings. Yethesa then noticed Myron’s approach. When he was close enough to reach, she sat up and wrapped him in a tight hug, crying against him almost like earlier that day.

“I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry!”she burst. She wasn’t even sure who she was talking to. Myron, or his past self? Did it really matter?

Misty lingered nearby on the bed, meowing in concern and trying to get Yethesa’s attention. Though Yethesa was aware of her, she didn’t move. She was simply too upset at the moment, and she didn’t want to lose the soothing presence of Myron.

At first, he tried thinking of ways to comfort Her Majesty. Maybe he can call for someone to bring some fresh water or maybe he can find some words to say. There are so many ways he could use, yet he worried if he would be of any help.

"Sorry?" He whispered to himself. What could the queen be sorry for? And especially to him? Well, he shouldn't be pondering about it. Besides, it is not good for her if he keeps standing there and doing nothing. He must do something. He must do so fast.

Myron lowered himself a little in order to slowly wrap his arms around Her Majesty in an embrace. It was difficult to find words that were right for this moment. All he was capable of doing was hugging the queen and rubbing her back. He felt as if his words are not worthy enough to comfort her.

"My queen, it is alright. You are here now, and I am with you. I will protect you, even if it's from nightmares, okay?" He made his embrace a little bit tighter. "Just let it all go, but take your time, Your Majesty. I will be here for every second. We will make everything better in due time."

Yethesa held him tighter as he wrapped his arms around her. As Myron started rubbing her back, a small bit of the tension in it released. Though, she was still crying, such a simple gesture always brought her comfort, no matter how small that comfort was.

Myron’s soft voice drew her somewhat out of her dark thoughts, and she listened to him. She nodded against him, appreciating both his words and his embrace. She wished she had done this long ago, found someone to express herself to. But, it wouldn’t have worked for long, and it wouldn’t have been like now, with Myron.

Why was she acting like such a child? She was a Queen! She must act like one. But, it seemed so impossible now. With Myron, it was like her youth all over again. Such a kind man, calming her down every time she was upset, protecting her even when there wasn’t any threats. It was like a dream finally coming true. At least, she hoped it was, even though it likely wasn’t.

“Thank you… Thank you for being so kind. I’m just… all over the place, and I… I don’t know why, but I also do. I just…”she trailed off, sobbing and having no idea how to properly organize the rest of her thoughts into words. Besides, she couldn’t say too much anyway, even though it ate at her to explain what she believed to be true.

Myron felt like he had done this before. Clearly not in this very room, but he had the faint thought of hugging someone who looked exactly like Her Majesty. The warmth…the comfort from their embracing, it all feels very familiar to him, but clearly this has never happened before. The hugging, the consoling, the tears convinced him otherwise. Perhaps in a dream.

Oh, but he shouldn't be having his mind wander off to places at this moment! Why does it always happen in dire situations? He wishes he could control it, but it's as if time and fate is in control of him. Luckily, he was able to return to reality, to pull himself out of his own mind.

"It is only my duty as your loyal subject, and as a person, but I am honored by your words, Your Majesty," He lightly smiled. "It is alright…It is alright…"

The hand that was rubbing her back went to gently running through her hair. "We can talk about why you know and don't know, if you so wish to, my queen. But let's just focus on now, and taking a few deep breaths or maybe standing while embracing." He took a couple of deep breaths himself after speaking. A few tears did form in his own eyes, and he kept blinking rapidly to prevent them from falling out. "We will do whatever it is you desire, Your Majesty, but do not worry, I will stay as long as needed, I promise."

(Sorry for disappearing from this again)

When Myron spoke of his duty, Yethesa couldn’t help but chuckle. She loved how gentle he was, how selfless, how humble. He wasn’t like the nobles constantly surrounding her, always soaked with absolute perfection while they poured out their lies. It was tiring after a while. And, Myron’s gentle compassion was so, so wonderful and refreshing.

“You are so modest. I like that. It shows that you are so much more genuine than many of the people here. And, I’ve missed that greatly,”Yethesa breathed, chuckling a bit more through her tears.

As Myron started caressing her hair, she found herself slowly starting to relax. She was still deep into her crying fit, but it seemed like it was starting to finally ebb now. She didn’t reply to his offer to talk, but she nodded at his other words, even chuckling when he mentioned that they should stand.

Yethesa did take those deep breaths like Myron had suggested, which seemed to help, then shifted to stand, so that she wouldn’t have to leave Myron’s embrace just yet.

“Thank you again. Truly, this means… so much to me. Possibly more than I could ever really explain,”she said.

(No worries, it's okay!)

Is it strange to say that he enjoys embracing Her Majesty? He feels as if he has the whole world and all the stars in his arms, but could he tell her such a thing? His duty is to protect her, not to be hugging her in this matter. What makes him worried is how his heart is tight and pounding like a drum.

Myron smiled, laughing a little along with the queen. "Oh well, thank you, Your Majesty," He whispered. "You are wonderfully kind. I am humbled by your words."

Really he could not believe that Her Majesty complimented him. But what did she mean by how she missed that greatly? Whatever she means, he wondered if this is related to the nightmare. Perhaps he could ask, although he

Gently, he kept on caressing her hair. When she stood up, he tightened his embrace. Myron rested his chin on her shoulder. He moved his hand down to her back and begin to slowly pat her softly.

"There is no need to explain your gratitude," Myron assured. He closed his eyes, but he opened them up to look at her. "Your Majesty, if I may be honest with you….I like this embrace, and embracing you, my beloved queen. Is it alright to enjoy such a thing?"