Your Royal Highness

Chapter Forty

My body went cold. It felt like my heart stopped and shattered. I felt my throat tighten as a painful lump formed. I couldn't help but feel a small gasp escape from my trembling lips. 

Blake's form was familiar. His large broad back glowed underneath the dim lights. The sheets covered his lower body, but I couldn't help but only imagine what was happening before me. Blake's head turned over his shoulder slightly, his eyes clashing with mine. His once bright and beautiful green eyes are now cold and distant. I felt my eyes leave him and towards the bright red hair sprawled across his pillows. I couldn't see her face or body, but anyone would know what was happening if they saw this. Blake above Vivian as he lay between her legs. I couldn't help but feel my heart shatter and pierce my chest. 

"Blake?" I uttered, throat tightening and making my voice crack. "What is happening?"

Blake sighed and turned his body the other way, covering the woman's body with his. He faced the woman and leaned his head against his palm.

"What does it look like Camilla? Damn it all to hell. Who the fuck told you to come here? I thought you were still recuperating?"

I couldn't help but feel my tears begin to flood my eyes. No. I can't. Why should I?

"Blake, what is happening?" I asked once more.

Blake thrust a hand through his hair. "Are you seriously asking me that? Do you want me to spell it out for you?"

Blake threw blades at me through his eyes. "I got back together with Vivian. It seems like it was such a waste of time waiting for you really. Men have needs, and apparently, I can't get that from you. Vivian was always there for me when I needed it. Now, I realized how much I love her and not you. Your love is different from mine. Your love is intimate. Mine is more passionate. There is a difference between them, and I finally realized why I didn't seem to understand. We are too different. We both need something that the other doesn't have. We aren't meant for each other because our form of love is different. I realized that when I saw Viv again. We were meant to be, not with you."

Vivian moved from the other side and nuzzled herself into his body. His free arm went low on her hips, nearly touching her bottom. I felt my eyes water from a sight that I thought was mine. I guess it was never mean to be after all.

"Blake?"

Blake groaned in annoyance. "What do you want? Why are you still here?" He waved his hand, shooing me away.

"Get out. Your presence is annoying me."

I sniffled and tried once more.

"Blake, look at me."

He sighed, turning his head slightly and meeting my eyes. "What the fuck do you want? Didn't I just tell you to-"

Before he could finish, I stormed over and grabbed his face.

"What the-"

I placed my lips onto his, desparation and pain filling my body. My tears broke free when my eyes shut and I felt Blake stiffen. His lips twitchede until I was pushed away harshly, enough for me to fall.

"Shit, I'm- what the fuck was that for?"

I could feel my body weakening. Just a little more. I just need to hear it from his own lips. His own words. Straight forward. No mistakes.

I lifted my head, lips trembling as I spoke, my voice cracking. "Tell me the truth Blake. Did you ever once love me?"

Blake's brows furrowed deeply, lips pursed together as he stared down at me. I could see Vivian now sitting up, hiding behind his back as she listened to my pain.